CAMELOT FANTASIES

What a surprise, a Christmas rhyme
shared with me, at holiday time.
Poetry fine, and thoughts so jolly,
that I drank some wine and hung some holly.
Not quite enough, I spiked my nog,
and despite the heat, I lit a log.
High as a kite, a drank a bit more,
rolled up with my cats and slept on the floor.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight
Turn off the computer, and douse the light.