I’m Tired of Being Good Before Christmas
By Mary Drinkwine ‘93
I’m tired of being good before Christmas,
I’m tired of doing hundreds of chores.
Bot mother says, “Quit your pouting;”
And grudgingly, I let my dog outdoors.
I hate following commands,
And taking lots of showers.
I’d rather bang pots and pans,
Than stay up for just a couple of hours.
It’s boring to set the table,
It’s boring to water the plants.
It’s boring to clean my hamster’s cage,
But mother says if I do these things, I might get 2 or 3 pair of pants.
And why do I have to say, “Thank you?”
And “Excuse me” and “Your welcome” and “Please?”
I’d rather drive a sports car,
And not let my sister have the keys.
I’m trying my best to be nice;
I’m trying by best to be caring.
But if Christmas doesn’t hurry and get here,
I’ll freak out from always sharing.