'Twas the 6th of December And it's early to bed There's a cough in my throat And an ache in my headI had many plans To keep my schedule on track There should be garland hung! Cookies cooling on racks! I'd planned to hang stockings, Ornaments, a wreath! Instead I'm just cold, Wracked with pain and with grief. The fever's not high But just high enough The body aches and congestion Is making life rough. I look about sadly, Take some NyQuil and crash I've still time enough To plan that holiday bash. The baking, the making, The wrapping and all I'm sure I'll find time For that trip to the mall. But now, I need sleep Without it I'll die So I'll curl up in bed, Say goodnight to my guy, Dreaming sweet and secure, Waking up feeling swell Starting freshly tomorrow I'm sure I'll be .... *snore*
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