'Twas the Morning of Chrismas

'Twas the morning of Christmas,
And all through the house,
Excitement was brewing -
Even for the mouse -

For today they would all
Open presents with glee,
Smiling and laughing,
Unaware of the fee.

The parents, however,
Still lay in their beds,
Price tags and checkbooks
Swirling around in their heads.

They had spent the whole month
Running to and fro, store to store,
And while their children were happy,
They couldn't take anymore.

So, when the clock buzzed eight
And they opened their eyes,
They weren't well prepared
For their Christmas surprise.

"Merry Christmas," said the children,
All bundled up nice,
As they held up the tray
Of breakfast and tea - iced.

When you're feeling so happy
At the present you got,
Remember your poor parents
Whose nerves have been shot.

Happy Holidays~