The Flight After Christmas

Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the house
Not a toy was still working, all the batteries worn out.
The stockings were thrown on the floor without care
While paper and packaging were stuck in my hair.
The children weren't nestled all snug in their beds,
So hyped up from sugar their eyeballs were red.
And I with these children fighting in my lap
Could not settle down for a well-deserved nap.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter
I waded through the mess to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But my husband in a limo with a kegger of cheer.
"On sweetie, On darling, On lovie, On honey,
I went to the casino and won us some money!
I'll whisk you away, no more kids, no more mall!
Let's dash away, dash away dash away all!
A tropical island is where we will head,
I've made the arrangements, there's nothing to dread!"
When done with those words he went straight to his work:
He brought out 3 nannies, a maid and a cook.
Then laying his hands on my body and waist,
I was carried to the limo (with x-rated haste.)
He sat down beside me, poured champagne in a glass,
He snapped at the driver and then we hauled ass!
But they heard us exclaim as we tore out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all and to us a good flight!"