hark, the fighting children scream
Twas three days before Christmas
And all through my mind
was the running thought
that I'm way too kind
The GameCubes are wrapped
tucked under the tree
but what have those children
done for me?
They've not cleaned their rooms
not made their beds
they've not done their laundry
they've played games instead
they don't listen
to a word that I say
yet what will they get
come Christmas Day?
A GameCube (one each)
some board games, CDs
A bunch of band t-shirts
and some DVDs
a new pair of Vans
gift cards, some candy
one more DVD with
Sponge Bob and Sandy
All of these things
they were bought by me
not some guy in a suit
it was my money!
and now they are fighting
and whining and crying
and making a mess
and cursing and lying
I want just one night
in a nice, quiet house
where no creatures are stirring
not even the mouse
I need one small moment
to contemplate
why I spent so much money
and stayed up so late
wrapping the presents
topping them off with a bow
whispering to myself
ho fucking ho
thirteen years now
I've been doing this schtick
and what to I get?
aggravated and sick
And for all of my ranting
and bitching and screaming
come Christmas morning
my kids will be beaming
***
No, not a great poem by any means. Considering this post started off as a reminder about Pizza for IDF and I got sidetracked when I heard my son call my daughter a word that I had no idea he knew, and I wrote these crazed-metered stanzas on the fly while listening to something that sounded very much like one child beating the other over the head with an electric guitar and I was sitting here, pounding the keyboard, trying to go into ignore mode, well, it's really not that bad of a Christmas poem. I think I'll leave it out of this year's card, though.
Comments
Hehe, I can remember when my sister and I were like that. Now my sister lives with her father, and I specifically asked for no presents this year. So enjoy this moment while you can, because in all to few years, they're gonna be on their own, and you're going to miss all this.
Posted by: Alex Moon | December 21, 2003 11:08 PM
Cheesy as it sounds, your kids are lucky to have a mom like you. I think they'll turn out just fine.
Posted by: Anne | December 21, 2003 11:53 PM
Coulda been worse :)
Blogged this yesterday.
Washing your kid's mouth out with soap's gotta be better than the 1.5 hours I put into cleaning the carpets and leather seats of my car. Urg.
Seeing the "beaming smiles" makes it all worth it, though :)
D
Posted by: Doccus | December 22, 2003 01:09 AM