'tis getting near Christmas and, here at my house,
I'm simply not ready. I feel like a louse.
The garland's not hung and the tree isn't bought,
And I have done none of the things that I ought.
The cards aren't written; I do not have stamps.
I'm dreading addressing until my hand cramps.
The boys have a list of the things they would like;
The oldest a car and the youngest a bike.
I've yet to purchase a thing for the boys,
Nieces or neighbors - too old now for toys.
Have to start writing my plan of attack.
Don't know exactly when I will be back.