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" Twas 3 days before Christmas And here in my house I sat down list making With Rex, my dear spouse We had painting to do for a project for Pip And some fixing to do on a toy that had ripped We had cooking and shopping for our big Christmas Eve We had wrapping and cleaning (and credit card fees) We are dog sitting Chuey and fixing the car We&amp;#039;ve got ants in the bathroom and the tree has no star I&amp;#039;m working all week while Rex stays with the kids And with all this to do I&amp;#039;m sure to hit the skids But I won&amp;#039;t... And here&amp;#039;s why... I&amp;#039;m going to breathe Because life always has something new up its sleeve If I wait until x, y or z is all better Than a, b and c will change sure as the weather My happiness can&amp;#039;t depend solely on Rex Not on my kids&amp;#039; health or my finances or rest The true path to contentment in this Christmas Season Is to love what we have, despite all the reasons With God on my side and some love in my heart I have much more than most, and that&amp;#039;s quite a start So bring on the chaos... bring on the fun Bring on the dishes and laughter (and rum) And by golly for Rex let me get what he desires Which is me in no clothes near the tree by the fire * Photo taken of us last year. Yes, my daughter looks like she has a stick up her ass. If I described the photo during a moment of frustration with Rex, I would say that at least the stick left his. (But I wouldn&amp;#039;t talk like that, would I?) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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