• As I sit up, up from my bed,
    A throbbing pain inside my head.
    I drop back down, into my sheets.
    This Christmas, I will have no treats.

    You see, at school, I caught a cold.
    Before a final, my health did fold.
    I think I fail'd it, yes siree.
    My grade will drop down to a B.

    My mom, my dad, and my dear brother.
    We all caught sickness, from each other.
    I'm the last to become sick.
    Please come strike me with a brick.

    I won't get well, before that Eve,
    when they come together at the tree.
    They'll have some cider, and some cake.
    This illness is a big mistake!

    I want food, and presents, too!
    Just more for me, and less for you.
    We'd sing some songs, all through the night,
    not for the neighbors, but our delight.

    I feel quite ill, inside my bed.
    With runny nose and hurting head.
    I am under so many sheets,
    I hope they keep for me some treats.