Xmas Madness Poem by Princewill Thompson

Princewill:
This xmas madness is a plight
A vast condition to indite
For I, it never does excite
Though women, children find it bright;
For laziness it does ignite
But never tarries me to write
Of late decemb'r until night.

Rebekah:
What tales of gospels shall we fight?
What sight to recognize but fright
Forget the first part of this rhyme
Princewill is lost in love's own crime;
This xmas madness we invite
To dine with us in highest height
Rebekah wrote this part aright.