Twas two weeks before Christmas
And all is not well....
Twas two weeks before Christmas and oh, woe is me
night has again fallen
I unplug the tree
My soft bed does beckon
but as usual-Alas-
my husband's sleep antics
are a pain in the ass.
He tosses and turns
and hogs the whole bed
while visions of daggers
dance in my head
I spring up from slumber
my patience long gone
and sit in the dark
looking forward to dawn
For hours on end
I plan and I scheme
how do I fix this?
I want to just scream
I crawl back in bed
pull covers to chin
I move my leg over
and kick in his shin
He mumbles and turns
and I smile in delight
Merry Christmas to me!
I finally sleep through the night.