T’was the night before blogmas and I was back home,
All the way up north where mammoths still roam,
Where it’s sure to be cold with the possibility of snow,
Let’s hope it doesn’t jam up the roads, but we’ll see how we go.
I’m visiting my family and there’s sure to be war,
Shouting and fighting and maybe a lot more,
I’d like to think otherwise, but I know that I’m right,
I’m just vainly hoping I’ll make it through the night.
“But how am I reading this? Is this post here by chance?”
No it is not my friend, it was scheduled in advance,
So while I knuckle under and try my best to stay alive,
To you a very, Merry Blogmas and all that associated seasonal jive. Continue reading