Hello. It's Belinda.
I'm dreaming of a nice Christmas
just like the ones I used to know,
when the best part (cough) is
my quiet office,
where after gift-time I would go.
I'm dreaming of my old office,
my stash, my papers placed just so.
Room to sleep and forage,
but now it's storage.
Did we need more storage? I say no.
I'm dreaming of a new office
under the steps, peaceful and dim,
no water heater hissin'
no need to listen
to Lil' Fang chat at 2 a.m.
I hope you have a nice office,
a space that you can call your own.
I hope Santa fills it with toys
and that everyone else leaves it alone.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
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