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Christmas Rush

(Sung to the tune of, “Jingle Bells”.)


Walking through the stores,

With a latte in my hand.

Getting what they want,

Paying less with an off brand.

A cellphone’s constant ding,

Of reminders I must do.

The rushing seasons here,

I wish the work was through!

~

Oh, Christmas rush, Christmas rush,

Coffee gets things done.

It’s so much fun,

To sip and shop,

For caffeine helps me run.

~

Wrapping things with care,

Iced mocha by my side.

I’m placing bows on top,

Before each gift I hide.

Excitement’s in the air,

They’re searching high and low.

But they won’t find a single thing,

I’m far too good, you know.

~

Oh, Christmas rush, Christmas rush,

Coffee gets things done.

It’s so much fun,

To sip and wrap.

For caffeine helps me run.

~

Christmas Eve is here,

There’s lots of work to do.

I’ll stay up most the night,

Hot coffee gets me through.

Placing cookies on a plate,

With a coffee by their side.

Santa needs a little pep tonight,

For the whole wide world’s sleigh ride!

~

Oh, Christmas rush, Christmas rush,

Coffee gets things done.

It’s so much fun,

To sip and go,


For

Caffeine

Helps

Me

Run!


Ya’ll say a prayer for me cause this year I’m doing it all without the sweet euphoric high coffee instills upon me 😬 🥺😩😭 😰☠️ 😂


All my love,

~Kat

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