And all through the camper,

Not even the mice did scamper,

The thermal socks were where they keep my feet warm,

There for the night were they, away from of bed bugs the swarm…

I nestled under my sheet,

Freezing my toes off of my feet,

A pillow jammed under my chin,

No Christmas tree here; ain’t it a sin…

When on my thin roof arose such a clatter,

Damn rain doing anything but pitter & patter,

Woke me from a sound sleep,

A car alarm in the distance too,

Going beep, beep, beep…

No snow for us here,

Only rain & puddles and liquid cheer,

Gonna get drunk instead of sleeping,

Gonna get a buzz as well; this night’s celebration in keeping…

So Christmas is finally here, big deal,

Santa did visit me, but all he did was my stash steal,

Next year I lock up my door,

Sorry Santa, I don’t need to be made anymore poor,

So take your big fat ass & fly away in your sleigh,

Go get me some presents; I don’t care if you steal them from a store…

© ed ~ 12/24/12