And so, it is Christmas time again...

Well here we are once again, same place different year.

It is Christmas time again.

And so it Christmas, and look what we have done

We have created a baking mess,

Me and my son.

The stockings are crumbled up on the floor with little care,

As I count down the days before we are there.

Laurance, he yells "5-more days till we're there."

Then he smiles with a giggle and a wave.

I muster a smile right back at him,

Underneath my flour covered face.

"Oh, you had to remind me." I say, feeling so disgraced.

This he's done everyday

Since the end of the last holiday.

Well, here I am again, that same place I was last year;

Frustrated, cranky, aggravated, and tired.

Christmas is supposed to be fun!

A time of tidings and good cheer!

A time to be playful like a child!

However, here I am at the end of another year,

Counting the down time for it to be over,

Only to have it begin again, in one more year.