'Twas the Sunday before Christmas
and all through the place
my nerves frayed and tired
asking for grace
Presents are wrapped
tree decorated
here come the gbabies
who impatiently waited
Mimi is tired
there is no doubt
this holiday season
wore her smooth out
But babies are coming
on separate days
love and laughter promised
in so many ways
I cherish the moments
all the cheer in one place
memories made
a smile on my face
But after the papers ripped
and gifts given about
I'll tell 2025
TO GET THE FUCK OUT
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