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The 12 Joys of Christmas (Break)

The first part of Christmas (break) that's such a joy to me
Is putting up a prelit tree.

The Second part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Crashing into a Toyota
and putting up a prelit tree

The third part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
and putting up a prelit tree

The fourth part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The fifth part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The sixth part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Returning gifts without a receipt
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The seventh part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Sliding off the road
This is the line to return?
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The eighth part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Rock chip in the windshield
Sliding off the road
I told you it was a gift
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The 9th part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Crack in the windshield
But it started as a rock chip
Sliding off the road
In store credit?
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The 10th part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Taking the kids sledding
Crack in the windshield
But it started as a rock chip
Sliding off the road
That's all I'd get for it?
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The 11th part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Sleeping in 'til 10:30
Taking the kids sledding
Crack in the windshield
But it started as a rock chip
Sliding off the street
I'll regift it next year
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

The 12th part of Christmas that's such a joy to me
Someone peed in my bed
Sleeping in 'til 10:30
Taking the kids sledding
Crack in the windshield
But it started as a rock chip
Sliding off the street
I know what you're getting next year
A high of 5 degrees
Four bored kids
Watching dysfunctional family
Crashing into a Toyota
And putting up a prelit tree

Comments

  1. June Freaking CleaverJanuary 3, 2011 at 5:06 AM

    Are you telling me I avoided all that by NOT putting up a tree for Christmas?

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  2. Mom24January 3, 2011 at 5:29 AM

    AWESOME! Great job. :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. RiahliJanuary 3, 2011 at 6:05 AM

    bwahhh ha ha...you crack me up! Not the crashing and sad windshield part, that would be mean...but seriously nice work...very catchy. ;)

    ReplyDelete
  4. CrystalJanuary 3, 2011 at 6:44 AM

    That was awesome! Loved it...and returning gifts- urgh! What a pain!! Hate it...they never truly give you back what you the person paid for it. It's a conspiracy!!

    Loved this...good job!

    ReplyDelete
  5. CountessLaurieJanuary 3, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    Simply brilliant. Sorry about the crack. Not nice.

    ReplyDelete

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