Tomorrow was Christmas

Tomorrow was Christmas

And all through the house

Mother was spraying things like Lysol and Oust

The stockings were hung with delicate care

Although they would fall with a slight breath of air

The tree was all lit with snowmen around

Of course they were stuffed, for there was no snow to be found

The yard was dead brown, a most pleasant shade

Perhaps it had been strewn with too much ant Raid

The grunts and the groans of Father were loud

Of his daily workout routine he was proud

The Macintosh clan was out in full force

As grandfather yelled and rebelled, but of course

Weather was balmy, nearing 50 degrees

The wind blew but barely, and rustled the trees

Up-stairs was off limits, so the children were told

For there be the presents, wrapped in tinselly gold

The kitchen was dirty and there were pieces of felt

From the cookies and crafts that nearly made the house melt

Nativities filled the house, some of plastic, some wood

And some didn't look just quite like they should

A few had angels with wings bent and torn

Some has four wise men, or sheep that aren't shorn

The house was a mess, Mother's in panic

Father says, "hush, don't be so frantic!"

There are left over sweets, to take to the men

Who put out our fires and won't be home with fam

But we're all here together, our strange little group

We like this warm weather, we are quite the troop

So if you wish to know, how Christmas time goes

In the land of the swamp, where never it snows

Just read this poem, from the Truax of fame

And laugh as you think of the only one with that name.