Christmas Cheer Poem by Marie WardAlonge

There was this old miser at home.
He was obsessed with having an iPhone.
He would not leave his Mrs. Claus alone.

Perhaps, too much Brandy he drank.
He was becoming a really big stink.
He would break wind and give her a wink.
This old miser was spoiling her Christmas cheer.
He acted like this every year.

Her thought was if Santa had a gift to humanity.
It should be to give her husband some sanity.
To have peace in that home,
She went on and bought her old miser that phone.

She thought now he will sleep.
No, he was too drunk.
He started looking for little Bo Peep.
Finally, he did settle down.
It was around midnight when he stopped acting like a clown.

Slowly, he walked over to their bed.
He told her he wanted to apologize for the things he had done and said.
He took her hand and gave her two fives.
She stared in amazement.
She couldn't believe just ten dollars for all his Christmas jive.

However, she suddenly put on a big smile and thought next year.
He won't spoil her Christmas Cheer.
For all his ranting and raving,
She will have to get him certified as being really crazy.
Right now, she was feeling sleeping and lazy.
She gave him a little kiss and said,
"Merry Christmas Baby."