"It's the week before Christmas!" the Pinner lamented. "And yet all my crafts look completely demented!
My cards are a nightmare — the baby kept bawling.
And screaming like Santa were something appalling.
The cookies...well, let's just say Martha would shiver.
They're unsightly blobs, tasting vaguely of liver.
The gingerbread house sadly failed to inspire.
The tree stood so tall! (Until it caught fire.)
My Christmas lights, hung with the greatest of care.
(Just kidding, they're hopeless; the neighbors all stare.)
Decorations once meant to bring smiles and glee will result in late-childhood PTSD.
The pets, too, a teeny bit less than ecstatic.
The children left notes that were downright traumatic.
Between shopping and wrapping...
Laying gifts out just so...
We've hardly had time to frolic with snow.
Because really what matters is family! And cheer!
There's always next year."
