Saturday, December 24, 2011
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, the illness was spreading, to even my spouse. the stockings were slung on the couches with care by two of our kids, (the littlest pair) With his blankie and bucket my husband reclines, while i deal the wrapping, sickies and whines and my own rolling stomach gives me despair i know soon my turn to throw up will be there. Then from upstairs, there arose such a clatter, i sprang from my wrapping to see what was the matter and what to my exhausted eyes should appear a miserable teen with the flu i did fear hunched over a bucket, sweating and shaking this illness was not one she was faking her stomach how it quivered, and her smile, how it wavered, her legs were weak and wobbled like jelly this spread through the house so rapid and quick i`m trying my best not to get sick. now the stockings are stuffed, placed here and there Christmas gifts await them, there`s still time to spare, Now there`s a sound from upstairs, so unhappy, run quick oh lovely, my toddler is also now sick. i just sneak a quick rest-, i`ll just shut off this light merry Christmas to all, please no one else barf tonight!