'Twas the 17th of December
and All through the House,
Not a Creature was stirring,
not even the Spouse!
The House was all festive
with tinsel and cheer,
In hopes that the "cold bugs"
would leave and stay clear.
We'd taken our cough syrup
and bundled in bed,
While visions of tissues
wound round in our heads.
The next morning arrived
before I'd expected,
The pleasure I witnessed ...
my cold? Undetected!
I gave a notice at
the lump still in bed,
whose blankets were wound
clear round his head.
My goodness!
Good gracious!
Mercy!
and Me!
Do you think it's quite possible...
Could it honestly be
that my cold's about gone,
but had settled on "he?"
I drew on my robe,
slipped into my slippers
and wove my way down the hall
towards the paper and scissors.
As the wrapping and taping
and bows had begun
I knew it'd be soon
that we'd all have some fun.
Meanwhile 'His Coldness'
came into sight
with redness of eyes, nose
and sore throat -- no delight.
With tissues and jammies,
and my mess all about,
Don't 'cha know it's the memories
that Christmas's about?
First we'll top off these germs,
and Fight this old cold,
So we can spread the good word
of the Good News of old!
Then you'll hear us exclaim
and you'll hear a wee shout,
as we all look towards Christmas
--- family and friends 'round about!
by Yours truly, with apologies to Clement C. Moore)
and All through the House,
Not a Creature was stirring,
not even the Spouse!
The House was all festive
with tinsel and cheer,
In hopes that the "cold bugs"
would leave and stay clear.
We'd taken our cough syrup
and bundled in bed,
While visions of tissues
wound round in our heads.
The next morning arrived
before I'd expected,
The pleasure I witnessed ...
my cold? Undetected!
I gave a notice at
the lump still in bed,
whose blankets were wound
clear round his head.
My goodness!
Good gracious!
Mercy!
and Me!
Do you think it's quite possible...
Could it honestly be
that my cold's about gone,
but had settled on "he?"
I drew on my robe,
slipped into my slippers
and wove my way down the hall
towards the paper and scissors.
As the wrapping and taping
and bows had begun
I knew it'd be soon
that we'd all have some fun.
Meanwhile 'His Coldness'
came into sight
with redness of eyes, nose
and sore throat -- no delight.
With tissues and jammies,
and my mess all about,
Don't 'cha know it's the memories
that Christmas's about?
First we'll top off these germs,
and Fight this old cold,
So we can spread the good word
of the Good News of old!
Then you'll hear us exclaim
and you'll hear a wee shout,
as we all look towards Christmas
--- family and friends 'round about!
Thank you for your tolerance! ;-)
