CRANKY’s POEM OF CHRISTMAS EVES PAST

CRANKY’s POEM OF CHRISTMAS EVES PAST

'Twas the night before Christmas

In my little house
I tried to play Santa
Though I was half soused

The children were sleeping
Content they’d not sinned
They had not a clue
Dad was three sheets to the wind

Trying to construct
A bike or a plane
While being half toasted
Was just plain insane

There was no excuse
For my sorry condition
But getting bombed on this night
Was my Christmas tradition

On Lancer’s on Gray Goose
On Dewars I’m sippin
Screw Rudolph and Donnar
I’m getting Blitzen

The presents were laid out
The stockings filled in a hurry
I staggered upstairs
With sight that was blurry

The children awoke
And jumped on the bed
In their excitement
They didn’t care of my head

Down the stairs 
To the tree they did run
The presents; the stockings
Were nothing but fun

The children were happy
They were all in high clover
Merry Christmas to all
And to Dad a hangover


MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!