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Twas the Night Before Christmas–For Moms

in Parenting, Random Musings

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
All the mommies were hoping kids would sleep on demand.
I tucked mine in bed with love and with care,
Each one a reminder of the gray in my hair.

The children were squirming like worms in their beds,
With images of DSs filling their heads.
And me with my coffee and a slap on the rear,
Went up to the attic to snatch up the gear.

When out in the living room arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the garage to see what was the matter.
Away to the stairs I flew like a flash,
Tore open the closet and hid all the stash.

The light from the bulb gave off such a glow
I saw the giddy smile from the child down below.
And, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But all three of my children standing right here.

“Is it yet morning or are we too quick?”
I knew in a moment I needed a trick.
More rapid than eagles my words they came,
I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“On child one, you wild little vixen!
On child two or your tail I’ll be fixin’!
Child three you lead us to the top of the hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

With giggles and smiles back to bed they did fly,
Tripping over dollies and trucks where they lie.
So up to their beds the children they flew,
For Santa waiting till they slept, it was true.

And then to the garage I returned as fast as could be
When I saw the label yelling back at me–
“Some assembly required” how I loathe the words!
The writer should be ground up in food for the birds!

My husband and I gathered our tools.
We sit by the fire and follow the rules.
Part A to Part B using Screw marked 3.
Extra pieces seem concerning only me.

Moving on to the car and its fast moving track,
We keep diving forward, afraid to look back.
The games and the systems and the countless Legos,
We wrap them all up and tie them with bows.

Just about done, we take a deep breath.
And see the words that scare me to death.
“Batteries not included!” How stupid is that?
Who keeps 9-volts for remote control cats?

But my husband, as sharp as a tack,
Picks up his clock and pulls out its back.
Handing it over, I am a happy little elf,
And I laugh when I see it, in spite of myself!

The room is all covered with glisten and glee,
I knew in the morning how happy we’d be.
I laid my head on the pillow, proud of the night.
He was already snoring, that was just about right.

As I count my blessings from throughout the year,
I count it an honor that my family is near.
And to all Santa’s helpers assembling tonight,
“Merry Christmas to ya’ll. And to ya’ll a good night.”

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