Tis the week before Christmas and all through the house
I keep searching for goodies I know that my spouse
Has prepared for when Santa and all the kids come -
Until then she is serving a bare minimum!

She's been baking the cookies and pastries all week
And she hides them the better the harder I seek;
I hunt and I hint but with little success,
She ignores when I ask and just smiles when I guess.

Those enticing aromas are so appetizing!
The thoughts of those tidbits are too tantalizing!
How can she torment me with all this temptation!
How dare she subject me to such aggravation!

I at last summon courage, demand to know why,
And I promptly receive a straightforward reply:
"I'm tired of your grumblin', I'm sick of your bitchin';
If you can't stand the wait, stay out of my kitchen!"

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