Twas the night before Monday and I was sick as a dog.

No one was awake, but my potties were clogged.

With gallons of vomit and diareaha by the quarts,

I think I even left some in my shorts.

That bug that bit me, bit me real bad.

But now I am better and that makes me feel glad.

Without knowing I passed the bug to my dear.

He felt my pain, regretting he stayed near.

Please dear Santa, if this bug is on your sleigh,

skip our house this year and just be on your way!

My girls don't need it and I hate to see them sick.

I promise if we get nothing we will be happy with what we get.