"I'm tired!" I said as I lay back in bed.
We'd been up since dawn, I needed feathers to lay on.
My back was a wreck, oh gosh, my neck!!
First the lights needed hanging,
Now my head won't stop banging.
And the tree was so heavy,
Dragging it got me all sweaty.
Then I tripped in that hole,
I think agony was today's goal.
At least tomorrow I have work,
I won't have to watch you go berserk.
Next weekend we can try again,
To create that Christmas zen.