A Matter of Perspective
Type:
Author:
Poem:		42420
Twas the eve before Christmas my nerves were quietly shattered the credit cards brutally battered my hubby's acting like a cheap louse shrilly he whines and begins to grouse Oh the joys of the holiday season have we forgotten the one, true reason? We gather together with our family and friend rejoicing the day the blessed Infant did descend.
Copyright belongs to author.  Poems forbidden from being copied and used for commercial purposes without the written consent of the author.