A ditty written wistfully, a day or two before December dismissal by a stressed out educator.
I’ll Be Prone for Christmas ( to the tune of “I’ll be Home For Christmas”)
I’ll be Prone for Christmas, not to be too crass,
But Christmas schtick and getting sick, may put me on my ass.
Saturday will find me, in contended slouch,
I’ll be prone for Christmas, dibs on the downstairs couch.
I’ll do dick this Christmas, mid herald angels harkenin’,
I’ll close the door , won’t read Dufour, my saw I won’t be sharpenin’.
Fifteen days relaxin’, a humbug, no not me,
I’ll be home for Christmas , but horizontally.