My Version, of the Night Before Christmas a Humor Story

The Night Before Christmas

Mike Hazelwood
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
My tummy was stirring, and my breath smelt like rotten eggs and souse;
My stomach was upset, my insides were bare,
In hopes that some food would somehow stay there;
The children were all gathered on the floor at my moms,
While my hands sweated profusely all down my palms;
Mamma in the kitchen her presents she unwrapped.
And I just settled down on the toilet for another long crap.

Published by Mike Hazelwood

Mike Hazelwood, is a seasoned Freelance writer. He has been writing articles on the Internet for many years. Mike, has written articles for Helium.com, Associatedcontent.com, and CnnIreport.com. Mike Hazelwo...  View profile

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  • Susan Corbett12/1/2006

    LOL :)

  • JA Huber11/29/2006

    I feel your pain :)

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