Tuesday, 22 December 2009

A Monday Mission Carol

It was the days of Christmas prep when sanity had fled,
The tree still leaned beside the porch, her husband sick in bed,
No icing made, no presents wrapped,
She mumbled on, while JG napped,
I'm not nearly done, Heavens!
Not nearly done!
Mary in extremis est.

A drive of half an hour to town to pick the turkey up,
And gather other foodstuffs in on which we need to sup.
The whipping cream, the aspic red,
The pickles, olives, special bread.
If this stuff isn't here, Chaos!
If stuff isn't here
Mary in canus' domus libet.

She needs to vacuum up the mud that's scattered in the hall,
She needs to wipe the kitchen floor, where many drips do fall.
There's beds to make, laundry to do,
The YD's coming, dog comes too.
Too much to do, Panic!
Too much to do.
Mary in flabellum est.

With apologies to Jean de Brebeuf


  1. complete with Latin??? You're forgiving for being a day late. Very well done. As always.

    I am running around the house doing similar things. The house is a disaster, I've been out of town, and my parents arrive today. They tell me not to worry. But my dad is allergic to cats, and at the very least I have to get rid of LOTS of cat hair before he arrives. ;)

  2. I have no sympathy for someone who has time to rewrite songs. ;)

  3. Oooooo! Bonus points for obscurity. Well done. :)

  4. 'tis the season! hope you get everything done--if you don't just relax and enjoy YD and the family. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

  5. Next year, I'm running away to Aruba. Want to come? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

  6. Wow, Latin, too! Impressive.

    Merry Christmas.