A Christmas Poem for Moms.... a Rebecca orginial

T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the house
Moms are drinking wine
and wiping spit up of their blouse

The stockings were hung
on the fire place with nails
after time and time again
of the stocking holders fails

The childrens were awake
and straped to there beds
while visions of escape
danced in their heads

With Dad on the couch
and dishes to do
Mom donned another apron
and drank back one more or two

When out on the lawn
their arose such a sound
Mom knew it had to be
the decortions falling down

Away from the window
Mom wondered away
Wondering if her husbands snoring
would ever go away

But there on the curve
of the big giant chair
was her husband with a smile
and wanted her to sit there

Then what to her wondering eyes
should appear
was her hubby in silk boxers
still drinking a beer

Mom ran from the room
to escape the invite
still had to wrap presents
and she was losing her might

Then with a quickness
Mom when through the names
of all of the kids and family
and checked all toys and games

Making sure her kids had their favorites
One a bear and one a toy "dina"
and checked all the lables
to mke sure they werent from China

After all presents were done
Mom threw out the wrap
she was ready to lay down
for a long drunkin nap

In her drunkin stouper
Mom had a thought
with such a wine headache
Next, year just smoke pot.


Hee hee, Ok - I am done... no jaded mom here... just having some humor!!!
FINEEEESHED!