Twas the week before Christmas, and I was alone

My wife, credit cards and money all gone.

Gwinnett, Lenox and Perimeter Mall;

She’d gassed up the car, and visited them all.

Her eyes, how they twinkled, her nose like a hound

Her laughter grew shrill, as the bargains she found.

As I sat, in the La-Z-Boy, watching TV;

Commercials and re-runs were all I could see.

The clock on the wall pointed to 10,

When I thought I heard my sweet wife come in.

As I shook the cobwebs from my sleepy head,

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