Twas the night before Christmas, when all through place
Two creatures were stirring, all set for the race.
The stockings were lost, nowhere to be found,
We opened each drawer but none were around.
The children were nestled all snug in their bed,
Sick from cakes, cookies, and food coloured red.
And mamma in her frenzy, and I in my panic,
Set out to wrap presents, both feeling quite manic.
When from in their room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the wrapping to discover the matter.
To the sleep-disturbed children I flew like a flash,
Trying to settle them from their sugar-high crash.
Then back to the wrapping, we began once again,
But supplies had ran out, and it was almost past ten!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a few old newspapers we’d kept through the year.
With a bit of duct tape, we wrapped them up quick,
Then settled to watch a short Christmas flick.
Relaxed with some eggnog and fire nice and hot,
We were nagged by the sense of something forgot.
“Oh no! Can it be?” We remembered the fowl!
“The turkey’s not out!” mamma said with a scowl.
“In the bottom of the freezer! It has no time to thaw!”
I dashed away! Dashed away! Fed up of it all!
I raced to computer, asked Google what to do,
A multi-tweeted blog post gave me a clue.
I calmed poor mamma with the advice I had chosen,
And told her we’d cook it, right from frozen.
And then, with a twinkling, I suggested we dance
The prancing and pawing of Christmas romance.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the hall the kids came, with a great bound.
They were dressed and all-ready, from heads to feet,
Impatient to see if Santa brought treats.
A bundle of toys, we spotted near the tree,
Ones not-yet-wrapped, we’d neglected to see.
Their eyes-how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!
Mamma and I annoyed, by this evening so hairy!
“Go to bed right now, or Santa won’t come!
No Barbie! No candy! No toy drum!”
The kids started crying, mamma held tight her teeth,
And carried them off, wrapped round like a wreath.
She got in to bed with them, exhausted and spent
Then slipping to slumberland they soon all went.
“Santa’s chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
But even he couldn’t cope!”, I thought to myself.
The chaos and mayhem of Christmas in my home,
We get through it all, by skin, teeth and bone.
The Eve’s always like this, left up to last minute,
All frazzled and tired, little peace or joy in it.
But in the midst of despair, it suddenly occurred,
Today was December the twenty-third!
I sprang to my feet, whooping “Hip-hip—hooray!”,
The chaos now over and we still had a day!
I heard mamma exclaim, as I turned out the light,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
From my chaos to yours…
Have yourselves a Merry Little Christmas this year.
But for now, just have an awesome day 🙂