My Least Favorite Holiday Song

On the last day of prepping,
(Because) my child's school is locked:

Twelve shoes a muddying
eleven calls a ringing
ten (blog) words a leaping
nine migraines threatening
eight yams a mashing
seven tantrums screaming
six loads of laundry

Five hungry guests

four Pumpkin pies,
three tired kids,
two roasted birds
and a mom wondering will it all end?

This is what happens when I am faced with a locked play group gate on the day I had planned to make my pies, cornbread for stuffing and to roast the first turkey... rubbish poetry.

Hope your wednesday is better!