It’s the night before Christmas and where am I now?
Sitting on the floor at my parents’ house,
Writing my blog post, which I need to finish,
Or risking facing some stupid punishment.
You see the problem I have is I’m drawing a blank,
I don’t know what to write, my post is going to tank.
It’s the night before Christmas, but I really don’t want to write,
About giving or holidays, that would just be trite.
I can’t write about crochet, work, or my runs,
I’ve written about all of those and I think I’m done.
I still need a topic, so I’ll just write,
About what I’m up to on this holiday night.
We’ve been watching movies, some old, some new.
And I’ve been crocheting a shawl the whole way through.
I left briefly when my yarn ran out and lost my seat,
To the cat, who is now fast asleep.
So I’m sitting on the floor, trying to rhyme.
I want my stupid blog post to publish in time.
Next time I agree to writing biweekly pieces,
I need to double check holidays, at the very least.
I had to write on Thanksgiving and now tonight,
And writing on holidays kind of bites.
So here’s my frickin’ blog post, I’m finally done.
Merry Christmas, you dork. Love you a ton.