The Hero worked through the night so now he’s out like a light.
And I have an ugly cold I am trying to fight.
Alone by the unlit trees, I’m trying not to sneeze.
Got nowhere to go, nowhere to be
for I left my wallet across the sea.
With my nose on the run I’m definitely not having fun.
We cancelled presents, we cancelled holiday cheer
For sleep in the form of “have more Nyquil, my dear.”
Feeling doped up for hours, my mood – how it sours.
I reread a diary of Christmas long ago
A time when I couldn’t tell family from foe.
I can’t sleep for the noise in my head,
not to mention the cat who hogs my side of the bed.
I know this rhyme is crude, and I’m being rude
All ‘cuz I’ve copped a ‘tude.
It’s Christmas day and I’m sick as a dog.
Maybe I’ll go back to bed, sleep thru this fog.
Merry Christmas and to all a good night!
~*LunaSea*~ 