
By Debbie Must
It’s January 20th and I’m finally recovering From a Christmas that had me painfully discovering That delivering the perfect Yule is too much to bear Next year will be different, I solemnly swearThe spell of Saint Nicholas was cast early this year It had me baking and freezing before December was here Cookies for teachers, my kids and for parties I returned twice to the store because I ran out of Smarties
I planned all the meals and bought all the gifts Two full-time jobs now working two full-time shifts The weight of it all had me ending up sick Oh, the evil doings of jolly St. Nick
I never once thought of Jesus, Joseph or Mary Much too concerned my Visa bills would be scary
There was one peaceful eve ‘till my son did declare That for school lunch the next day a thematic meal I would prepare Well that was the proverbial icing on the cake Two dozen Estonian pastries I did solemnly bake
Now the decorations are down and my cold sores have healed Yet post-traumatic stress prevents me lowering my shield There remains still a dim memory of a pie crust not so flaky But at least now I can say that I’m a little less shaky
I promise myself Saint Nick’s madness won’t be repeated Fighting hard to ensure his next spell is defeated
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