‘Twas Three Weeks Until Christmas

'T was three weeks until Christmas, and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring - except for my mouse.

The clock chimed eleven as swiftly I typed

In the hope of reaching bed while it was still night.

My brain had been dormant since Wendesday at noon,

and it became Sunday, oh, far, far too soon.

'Tween family and bluegrass and chores and the play,

My four-day vacation had slipped quite away.

And I still had two hampers of laundry to wash

and more homework than, oh, say, the Midwest has squash.

I needed a shower and dinner and sleep

and - oh! To write down the events of this week!

'Twas a quarter to seven when we arrived home

I looked at the clock, and then let out a groan

That rattled the ceiling and made the dog whine By the time I calmed down, it was quarter to nine.

In sighting the wall clock, I let out a yelp.

I needed some sleep - and some food - and some help!

I racked my poor thinker o'er dinner - and then

It hit me like lightning, dear readers - a plan!

I dashed to the washer and dumped in the clothes.

(I might have mixed colors - who cares? And who knows?)

I zipped through my hist'ry and zoomed through my math,

leaving shreds of eraser along my whole path.

I popped in the shower and rinsed myself clean,

then wrote something weird in the mirror's lay'r of steam.

I leapt into bed with a long, joyous spring -

but wait, I'd forgotten the whole "column" thing.

pixelly white,

as the hour hand marched on deeper into the night

Lacking inspiration, I fell back on cliché -

After all, we're not all that far from Christmas day!

As I finished it up, I dashed straight out of sight -

Yelling "Finished!" and " Yippee!" and finally, "Goodnight!"