and all through the house, not a shit was given, even from my spouse.
The time is near, and the feelings are clear
We've no time for drama, nor stupid fear.
Our families are dear to us, and we love them to bits,
But with all the pressure of the season upon us, we may have some fits.
I'll protect my own, with all the power I possess,
But I wonder sometimes, how to deal with the stress.
You're definitely worth it, Never doubt that.
But with all the worry, I keep getting fat.
It's good you'll be with me, I couldn't do it alone,
So let's work together, and get on the phone.
I'll cancel with my side, you cancel yours.
We'll have a feast here, and plenty of 'more!'s.
We can relax and be merry, and hear no more "But!"s,
We can roast some marshmallows, some corn, some nuts.
Eventually dear, they'll back off and see,
that family means you, me, and childling makes three.
We need no other, no opinions or 'advise'.
They can shove it back in the hole, where they spew their spites.
I know it won't happen, we're far too dutiful,
But oh, if only, their faces would be beautiful.
So bear with me dear, let's buckle our seats.
We're going in strong, we'll defeat them with feats.
~Just tinkering around while fantasizing about not having to go to Thanksgiving with our families and extended personages that will be stressful and annoying. Hope you enjoyed. If it's terrible, sorry. I just made it up. Love you!
