(because real work is too hard) Part the first I was dressed all in cotton, from my head to my feet,And my clothes were all tarnished with flour and sweets.A bundle of gifts I hauled from the trunk,And I looked like the homeless hoarding my junk. My eyes, how they drooped! My dimples how sallow,My…

And all through the house, every creature was stirring, especially the mouse.  (Computer, that is). The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that something would soon appear there.The children are restless, about to unwind,While visions of vacation days dance in their mind. And pa in his sweats, and I in my robe,Shopped…