Son Up to Son Down
December 23, 2020
‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
A bomb had exploded that water could not douse
The stockings that were hung on the entertainment stand with care
Were ripped down and scattered and nobody knew where
The ornaments from the tree were strewn about
And mama herself was about to freak out
The toddler no longer nestled all snug in his bed
But rather half-naked screaming off his head
Mama still in her pajamas and it’s half past noon
Daddy just hopes she’ll shower sometime soon
When from the living room there arose such a clatter
Mama reluctantly yelled,...
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