My children are acting like psychotic gnomes.
So full of excitement and crazy-eyed glee,
It appears their sole purpose is to drive me crazy.
Their movement is made up of quick jerks and jumps
Which soon result in numerous bumps.
Why speak to each other to say what you mean,
When thoughts can be conveyed through ear-splitting screams?
Threats of the naughty list no longer hold power
When Santa is coming in just a few short hours.
The Elf on the Shelf has abandoned me now -
He uselessly watches from the tree's highest bough.
I continue to try to get everything done
While the children just run (and run and run).
I'll frantically attempt to complete each task,
Is a little quiet too much to ask?
Here we are now, at the end of the line.
Santa is coming - it's almost time.
Bedtime can't come quite soon enough,
So tomorrow we'll revel in too much new stuff.
And there we will sit amidst a huge mess
And know it's just another chaotic Christmas.
MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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