‘Twas 8 days before Christmas
When all through my hizzy
Two kids wouldn’t stop whining –
I was ’bout to lose my shizzy.

Their noses were running
down their faces without care
Forcing their mother to work from home
While reciting the Lord’s prayer.

You see, the children weren’t nestled all snug in their beds
They were running ’round crazy with buckets on their heads.

And me with my laptop
And the dog in my lap
I just wanted to lay down
For a lunch-hour nap.

When out in the family room there arose such a clatter
I sprang up from my desk chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the crying I flew like a flash
Frantically hoping to replay PJ Masks.

OnDemand, worn out from the constant replay
Had cut out temporarily – it was surely Doomsday.

When what to my wondering eyes should I see
but a little girl doctor with no medical degree.

With sidekick stuffed animals so lively and fluff’n
I knew in a second it must be Doc McStuffins!

More rapid than eagles, my children, they came
stopped whining, calmly sat down and called them by name.

Now Stuffy!
Now Lambie!
Now Hallie and Squeakers!
On Chilly!
Sir Kirby!
Put Doc on the loudspeakers!

Back to my desk
I tiptoe and crawl
Now work from home, work from home, work from home all!

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