This one is for an anonymous family member (feel better)!
Inspired by the poem by Clement C. Moore:
‘Twas the night sweats and shivers, and I felt like a louse;
Germ gremlins were crawling all over the house;
Tissues were strewn about without care;
All hoped that a doctor soon would be there;
The children were drugged up, stuffed up in their heads;
While dribbles of Nyquil ran down the lengths of their beds;
And mamma with her ‘kerchief, and I with my nightcap,
Had just hunkered down, if not for a dirt nap,
When out on the lawn their arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed…and lost control of my bladder.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tripped over the curtains and ripped down the sash.
The feeling you get when your nose gets too cold?
I held up a tissue, and then I did blow.
Then what to my blood-shot eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny deer.
Actually, they were stars circling around my sore head,
But how’s I to know the difference? I should be in bed!
So here me exclaim as I drop out of sight:
Merry Christmas to all, and to all gesundheit!
Beth Overmyer 