Twas the night before I leave for my wedding, and all through my place,
Everything was stirring - all up in my face.
Our bags were being packed without much care,
For tomorrow we head for Jamaica - soon we'll be there!
The pug was nestled all snug in our bed,
While visions of hurricanes danced in my head.
And I with a headache and Peter already drinking,
Planning a destination wedding - what were we thinking?
When out of the corner of my eye I saw my dress,
And realized I had forgotten to have my veil pressed.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
David's Bridal was closed and my veil was still smashed.
Oh well, it's a veil, what does it matter?
I started worrying my centerpiece vases on the flight would shatter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the unmistakable look in my partner's eyes of fear.
That look of panic could mean only one thing,
He can't find his passport, or worse, the ring!
More rapid than eagles we descended the stairs with a bound,
And we cursed and shouted until the ring could be found.
"Now the dresser, now the cabinets, now the table in the hall!
On the counter, on the sofa, on the shelves on the wall!
To the top of the mantle, to the top of the armoire
Whew, I found the ring inside the junk drawer!"
I went back to packing for both the pug and I,
When I met with an obstacle and just about cried.
For American Airlines limits the bags we can check on,
To fifty pounds each, but right now I reckon
That they weigh closer to sixty or maybe seventy,
And after all the money we've spent, we can't afford the extra fee.
And now I can't believe I've wasted an hour,
Writing this instead of packing my flowers.
I know there's much more to this Christmas-time rhyme,
But I've gotta jet, I'm totally out of time.
So before I can't handle anymore and get too meek,
Pray for good weather and have a great week!