So basically, I’m beat. I’m tired, I’m pooped, I’m exhausted, I’m all that and a whole lot more of just worn out. Give me your tired, your weary, your poor — basically, me in a nutshell.
It’s the double-edged sword that is the Holiday Season. (Note I didn’t say ‘Christmas’ as a feeble attempt at Politically Correct-speak.) You hustle your little bustle off — here, there, everywhere. (I sense a song coming on…so hum the following to “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, if you will…)
You know dashing to parties to be quite a vixen,
Wishing for Cupid while gettin’ a-blitzen,
But do you recall…the most famous tradition of all…
Visa, the big fat charge card,
With a high limit, it’s a cinch,
And if you ever need it,
It’s always there in a pinch.
Visa, its brother Amex,
Are little devils in disguise,
The banes of my existance,
My money gone before my eyes.
But on one windy Atlanta day,
I received my bill,
“Aubrey you must stop right now
before it makes you ill”
As I’m such a pauper,
I need to tell you one more thing,
This year don’t expect big snazzy gifts,
I’m making everything!
Consider that your first hand-made gift, with love from me, to you.