Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house
there was plenty of stirring, but not one goddamned louse.
I had made extra sure we would all be nit-free,
just in time for St. Nick to come down the chimney.
We were over the pox, and the flu, and the cold,
just holding our breath, worried what next might take hold.
Tis the season when germs...