The stocking is emptied, the presents unwrapped
Dinner is eaten, the kitchen ransacked.
Everyone now is lying down
The inlaws, the Olds and from my girls, not a sound.
I could head to the shed, and escape the riot
But that pillow looks comfy in the dark and the quiet
Perhaps later I could make sawdust and noise
But for now I think I’d prefer to zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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And to you and yours Bill!