A Christmas Poem

Twas the afternoon of Christmas
And my tummy was rumbly.
I was lucky to have
Some extra Christmas money.
I took out my phone
And dialed Wah Fung,
But there was no answer,
The phone rung and rung and rung.
What ever shall I do?
I asked my self with dread.
All I have in the house
Is tuna and bread!
I guess I'll just wait.
And hope they open later.
Or I'll be stuck eating
Tots made of Tater.
I'll just call back, later today.
No one should have to eat
Ramen on Christmas Day!
At least I have wine
I thought with a smile.
If I drink enough,
I won't care in a while!!