This year, my husband and I made a Pre-Christmas pact.
I would shop, while he would wrap.
Up to the attic each night I would climb.
To hide all those goodies, so the children would not find.
Little did I know..
And not much surprised,
This gifts sat up unwrapped in the dust filled garret.
No nagging from me-he is a lucky man.
I prepped for his parents with little enthusiasm.
The walls were washed,
And every room De-cluttered.
As he sat drinking beer, in his old recliner.
Me, outside making hoof prints with my knuckles,
Muttering and spitting on three day old cookies,
My back aching.
I walk in and remove my buckle,
Unbutton my blouse, and take the stairs rapid.
He comes running behind, feeling quite frantic.
I pull the attic rope, and say how about a quickie?
He grins and nods, as I point the way,
Then kindly remind him the presents are waiting.