Hungover!

It was the day after Christmas and no one was up,
I dreamed of some sleep and a hot coffee cup;
when what to my bleary-red eyes should appear
but a little old elf snaffling a beer!

"And what do you want?" I offered to him.
"Just a cold beer and pretzels," he said with a grin.
"And what do I get in return, little guy?"
"Whatever you wish!" said this elf from the sky.

So I pondered and pondered, and thought and thought...
Should I ask for a palace? Cold cash....or hot rocks?

Oh gosh, did my mind fill with visions of joy
and riches and jewels, and fun grown-up toys!

So I turned to begin on a list of my wishes.
and Lo! he was gone with some flashes and swishes!

But I heard him exclaim as he disappeared......
I fooled you! I fooled you! See you next year!

Hic* Hic* My Head Hurts!