But First, a Poem....

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the city,
Ther weather was rainy
And, really, quite sh*tty.

My stomach's upset
for no reason or rhyme.
I'm watching The Nutcracker
For the freakin' third time.

It's only the Eve,
But it feels like the Day.
Why yes, I am running
Out of cute things to say.

So away I must go.
No, don't beg or plead.
I really an hoping
You have a great Christmas Eve.