‘Twas the night before our Holiday minis
when all through the house
Mom was running around like crazy
no help from her spouse.
Cutting tags, prepping outfits, were we matching too much?
With bags under her eyes mom knew she’d need lots of retouch.
The kids were nestled all snug in their beds,
mom ironed and hung clothes in hues of black, white, and reds.
Mom got spray tanned and polished, her hair freshly cut;
was it too late to get the fat, sucked out of her gut?