My first D-less post, courtesy of The Mad Grad Student’s Missing Letter Mondays.
90 hours ’til Christmas
and all through the place
wrapping paper lay crinkling
among ribbon and tape.
The boxes lay bare
awaiting their wrap,
while the tree lights all twinkle
& I take a nap.
Gracie is stealing
the snacks from my plate
then scurries away
while I tell her to WAIT!
I pry the wet remnants
from her mouth with a grunt,
before hearing a noise
a lot like a THUMP.
I turn from the trash can,
then run out of the room
to see Gracie lurking
near a fallen broom.
That’s it! I cry out
as I shoo her away
then return to my wrapping –
it’s no time to play.
90 hours ’til Christmas,
time to strap in and flow,
there are piles to wrap
with a long way to go.
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