An Accountant's Christmas
T’was a week before Christmas when all through the land
Not a client was aware of the chaos at hand
The files are all hung in the cabinets with care
In the hopes that when we looked for them, they would be there!
A bundle of appointments, clients old and new
And then toss their tax info into the queue
My eyes, crossed and bloodshot, my wrinkles a-showing
My cheeks without make-up, my nose just a-glowing
For tax time envelops us from our heads to our toes
Not much time for Christmas. That’s just how it goes
And I think to myself as down my candle burns,
Happy tax season to all – and to all … GOOD RETURNS!
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