'Twas the night before Christmas

The kid's gone to bed and the wife has passed out.
The only ones up are the cats and the lout.
He has wrapping, and cleaning, and dishes to do.
When what he'd really like is to be unconscious too.

Next year will be better, I keep telling myself.
Next year I'll out-do that over-sized elf.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!