A Christmas Poem

 

My blogging has been dreadful.

The Holiday season is taking its toll.

The list of things to do is endless.

I dream of a deserted island full of pure bliss.

Cards and packages to wrap and mail.

All of this while the children hover over a pail.

Ah yes, tis the season of throw up in our house.

I wish I could scurry into a hole, like a mouse.

The house looks like a bomb went off.

Dog hair, mud....oh and Wesley has a nasty cough.

The FluMist he and his sister received is what I blame.

Last years endless coughing spell was the same.

No more FluMist for us.

I'm sure next years needle will cause much fuss.

The Holiday sculptures are nearly done.

If I don't wait until the very last minute it's no fun.

Once everything is done and the kids are healthy, I promise I'll cheer up. 

As long as I can keep myself from throwing up.

Merry Christmas everyone!