I'm Beginning to Dread This Thing Called Christmas
I'm beginning to dread this thing called Christmas more and more each day.
Uncle Bill was out on the ice; fell on his backside twice; got drunk and tried to drive old Santa's sleigh-right off the roof…
I'm beginning to dread this thing called Christmas. That you can believe.
You should have heard Grandpa shout when the Christmas lights shorted out and set fire to the presents and the tree. O' my, o' me…
Yes, I'm beginning to dread this thing called Christmas. Of that you can be sure. And, when I say my prayers tonight, I think I just might have to pray extra hard for the strength I'll need…just to endure…
Cuz, I'm beginning to dread this thing called Christmas; and everyone can tell.
You should have heard cousin Gracie squawk when she slipped on the icy walk, tumbled through the front yard and landed headfirst in the well. (It's a good thing she's a big ol' girl; took us twenty minutes to get her out)
Yes, I'm beginning to dread this thing called Christmas; and oh, it's hurting my head. But the eggnog's a little strong, so I'm ending my little song. I'm putting on my red pajamas and joining Santa Claus in bed.
"Good night Comet and Stupid-I mean Cupid; Donner and Blitzen, and Dash it all! I'm too muddled to remember everyone's name right now. Goodnight everybody; you know who you are. Rudolph, be a dear and tone down the nose, please. Oh, my head. AAGGHH!" (Crash, bang, thud, thud, thud, thud) "Which one of you elves left this hammer on the stairs?!"
Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, December 17, 201-All rights reserved.
