‘Twas the week before Christmas, and for those who are ill,
Not much stirring was had, without relief from a pill.
Despite making great strides to take care,
Hopes for late nights with loved ones went up in thin air.
No rest comes at night while all snug in my bed,
Going to sleep has become something I dread.
With me in my sweatpants and my sweetheart in warm socks,
I endlessly toss and turn with both eyes fixed on my clocks.