‘Twas about a week before Christmas

and all through the house

not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

The presents sat wrapped all nice on their chair,

colored coded and pretty,

but “Criminey”, I thought, “How I am to get them all there?”

“Over to Iowa, Chicago, to Ames,and Deep River

to Luther, to Kelley…”

The list seemed forever!

I felt I should cry or pray down on my knees,

begging just this once for a little Christmas mercy!  Please?

Instead I decided to sit down to eat my perogies and biscuits

And knew that the dread post office

I’d soon have to visit.