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 swear

The 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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