Winter Poem

This is the last straw.
For years
children have infected my ear drums
yelling and asking questions and complaining
but this.
America,
you have gone too far.
Encouraging little devils to ring my doorbell
and yell to me what they've deemed songs.
Carolers assaulting my doorstep
waging warfare with off-key and
amelodic stories.
This is unconstitutional.
You say I have the right to pursue happiness
but how can I when 4 foot monsters
shake their mitten-ed paws at me
and demand me to listen.
This is it.
I'm staging a rebellion.
Children
Beware.
I am your Wicked Witch of the West side and this time
I have your red shoes.
Children
Be prepared.
Someone's coming to town
but it ain't Santa.