’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Wait, what’s that?
It’s me scratching
my itch, itch, itch.
On my forehead, that’s new.
near my hairline, how odd.
Ah, I remember!
An elf costume I wore
for my two little kiddos.
A hat on my head for just one hour
Ho, ho, ho
Itch, itch, itch
Dust mite allergies are relentless,
the worst Christmas grinch.
But an itch is okay
it’s family and cheer that matter.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!