the night before Christmas

Or, "A Visit from Morning Sickness"

(My apologies to Clement Moore.)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Mom sat by the fireplace, knitting a scarf
When suddenly she felt that she needed to barf.

Tossing down needles and tripping over chairs
She flung open the door and ran up the stairs.

Waking the children with such a loud fuss,
She spent some time driving the porcelain bus.

Flushing down the toilet the remains of her dinner
she thought to herself "Yeah, I feel like a winner."

Settled back on the couch, she started to feel better
And decided to have some egg nog, if her stomach would let her.