Shopping’s done
Wallet’s empty
Packages wrapped
Boxes plenty
Santa can sit
On his big old hiney
I’ve done it all
Now I’m feeling whiney
I’m sick of the carols
And Rudolph’s red nose
Of egg nog and ornaments
This holiday blows
Just one more week
And that’ll be it
‘Til then call me Grinch
As I holler Bah Hum Shit!
26 comments:
that was AWESOME!!!
Maybe if you were as good a girl as I am then Santa would have been better to you all these years. Just sayin'.
You've been hanging around justsomethoughts and J Cosomo a bit too much.
I cannot get Christmassy. Is it because Dad died? maybe. is it because what shares I had are not worth a pinch of poop? Maybe. Am I getting cynical in my old age? Maybe.
Bah Humbug, the lot of it!
You are far too funny...
Thanks for brightening my day friend,
Love and laughter, M
Oh, jeeze, is it christmas already? I think it's time to do some shopping. Thanks for the heads-up, I'll be able to send all my gifts in time for Xmas next month. I've always needed a month's notice in the past.
I am so with you on this one. I just had to clean up another broken Christmas ornament and my first thought was, can I take the tree down now.
I am struggling here, too!
At least you have a poem to show for it!
If this holiday blows so much, why do it?
Ah Diane, I wish you would live closer, I would change your mind about the Holidays for sure.;)
But I still like your poem though.;))
I wish you and Ryan Merry Christmas, nevertheless.;)
Anonymous... if I didn't have a little girl, I'd totally skip Christmas. But she deserves some magic... so I fabricate it for her. But she doesn't read my blog so I can say whatever I want here. Feel free to sign your name next time :)
I wish I could share the holiday spirt that is exploding in our house this year. Last year my kids would have recited your poem at every opportunity. This year, they are wearing stupid santa hats, putting up all the house deocrations, decorating all the sugar cookies and having the time of their lives.....go figure...lol
awww man, sorry you are in such a moooood...wish i could send you a praline! Not that making them put me in the christmas spirit, in fact I damn near committed a capital offense while i was preparing them thanks to the uncooperative humidity and the damn SHELLS in the supposedly shelled pecans...but that is another story...... love your poem. Remember, this too shall pass.
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It may blow
Or it may snow
It may make your red nose glow
Some get low
I'll have you know
For them it ain't no HO, HO, HO!
(Gwenlyn channeling Dr. Seuss)
Merry Christmas whatever it means to you Diane..just think about the non-working days..
Woo Hoo! It's almost past. Not too long now.
Great poem, "grinch"!! I know exactly what you mean about not getting into it this year... I am missing my mom and we just got more bad news in our family!!
Love it --- plan to send it to my Bah Humbug Dad... he'll get a kick out of it!
very good. loved it.
and lee, what in the hell did i do?
A fine poem... sums it up concisely. Frankly, I like being with family and the religious celebration, but hate the gifting, shopping, buying part of it. Giving is great... but gift-giving is stressful and so overdone, and detracts from the true meaning of Christmas. I don't want a thing from Santa. Make a donation to a food pantry instead.
It is terrible if you get to the stage when you are sick of eggnog. Simply terrible.
try having to deal with it for 8 days for Hannukah --- the nieces and nephews want 8 presents
Did you put rum and whiskey in your egg nog. that'll help all around.
It was harder for me to feel the Christmas spirit this year than in some others, although I've certainly been in worse positions in my life than the current one. What is going on in the world economy is certainly scary. But for me it means it is a time to draw closer to those we love and stand together to face any coming storms. And I love Christmas. I couldn't give as many gifts this year as I usually do but I'm hoping folks will understand and accept a card, a hug, a kiss, and warm wishes for the holidays and the coming year. I can't sing any more due to autoimmune damage to my vocal cords, but I hum along to myself to my favorite Christmas songs. If anyone hears a barely whispered "O Holy Night" as they pass through my obscure location in California, you've found where I live; stop in for some hot chocolate or cider. I had my usual Christmas party but it had to be "1930s theme: bring your own food"! I'll keep Christmas till I keel over, and maybe after that I can haunt some Scrooges or something. I hope you and your daughter enjoy the magic of Christmas together. I never thought I would end up childless, but I did, so I will have to rely on writers such as yourself to tell me about the fun the kids have on Christmas morning.
Cute ode to Christmas! You've got great talent to write something so true and fitting for the season.
Let's hope that actual Christmas week goes much better!
That is a hoot!
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