Gobstoppers and Gobbles
Before it is time to take out the turkey
(And put up the Christmas stuff even though it's too early...)
I like to remember just how good I've got it
My Quit Your Whining Jar needs a yearly deposit
So in no particular order, and with somewhat shaky rhyme
I'll remind myself in poetry why my life such a good time
This year we finished the basement
And have a lot more space
I even helped carry drywall
Without wrecking my husband's face
I can also be thankful for the lady
Who took me into her employ
She happened to be such a monster
Getting my old job back was a joy
I'm grateful for the grace and restraint
The dog is getting with age
She no longer thinks of the house as a hotel room
And herself as Jimmy Page
Can't forget Special Council Fitzgerald
As I stir the pots on the stove
All I want for Christmas is a feast of skewered Rove
Of course there are the little things
I have, like heat and light
I have a home and I have a car
And I have pants that aren't too tight
I have a son who is truly a hoot
He cracks me up by the hour
With a husband who can do the same
It's like a comedy shower
This holiday as I sit down to oink
I'll think of family, friends, and candy
How could I complain?
How could I fuss?
When really, things are quite dandy.
(And put up the Christmas stuff even though it's too early...)
I like to remember just how good I've got it
My Quit Your Whining Jar needs a yearly deposit
So in no particular order, and with somewhat shaky rhyme
I'll remind myself in poetry why my life such a good time
This year we finished the basement
And have a lot more space
I even helped carry drywall
Without wrecking my husband's face
I can also be thankful for the lady
Who took me into her employ
She happened to be such a monster
Getting my old job back was a joy
I'm grateful for the grace and restraint
The dog is getting with age
She no longer thinks of the house as a hotel room
And herself as Jimmy Page
Can't forget Special Council Fitzgerald
As I stir the pots on the stove
All I want for Christmas is a feast of skewered Rove
Of course there are the little things
I have, like heat and light
I have a home and I have a car
And I have pants that aren't too tight
I have a son who is truly a hoot
He cracks me up by the hour
With a husband who can do the same
It's like a comedy shower
This holiday as I sit down to oink
I'll think of family, friends, and candy
How could I complain?
How could I fuss?
When really, things are quite dandy.
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