Jingle Smell Socks: A Holiday Dilemma

Jingle smell, jingle smell, socks upon the floor. Found a pair

so ancient that they might start a war. Sneakers cry, noses fly,

running for the door. Why do all my laundry piles reach the second

floor? Oh, jingle smell socks, jingle smell, smell socks,

someone call the hazmat team. I swear the one moved, it's got something

to prove and it's plotting its own evil scheme. Holiday cheer disappears

when the sock appears. Even Santa's reindeer won't come anywhere near.

But wrap 'em up, tie a bow, give them with a grin,