A little bit of Christmas humor.
Sugar plums, Jingle bells.
And eggnog laced with rum
I’d better write a letter,
Or Santa may not come.
I’ll tell him just how good I’ve been,
Or does he really know.
About the time I called my best friend,
A nasty so and so?
Will he remember back to Easter?
When I served a homemade cake.
That I purchased at the grocery store
Because I hate to bake.
Does he know about the mystery dent,
In the fender of my car?
That really wasn’t all my fault,
What, with guardrails where they are.
Or the time I claimed a headache,
To avoid an in-law dinner.
These are all such tiny things,
Am I really such a sinner?
Maybe I’ll forget the letter,
And climb back into bed.
I’ll wake up when he gets here later,
And explain myself instead.
Actually louie, this poem is all just stuff that I made up. Well maybe except the cake part. I do hate to bake.It would have been a VERY long poem had I added all of my faults 
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