Merry Christmas

Twas' 3 weeks before Christmas and all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, especially Merrit and Matt
When all of a sudden there arose such a noise
Matt's phone was a-ringin', it was one of his boys


"Yo Matt, this is Brian. Is your head on straight?
You're not here at the pancake breakfast. That's today. Check the date."


So up they arose; bad breath, hair, and moods
To go and eat hotcakes and other breakfast foods
They put on big smiles, good moods they were fakin'
To speak pleasantries with friends, and stock up on bacon


When wouldn't you know it, St. Nicholas was there
To take pictures with the Wolfertz, and their morning hair.


2 comments:

Britt said...

If that's your morning hair, I may just shoot myself now.

SladeMomma said...

Poor Santa, getting smooshed. But it's a cute picture. And the poem too.