War on Christmas - Oh, oh. Oh!

'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.