‘Twas the
morning of Christmas and all through the house
Not one of my
creatures were yet scurrying about.
Were they
actually asleep? I must still be dreaming.
Please, God,
make it last ten more minutes, I’m pleading!
What’s that? My
full bladder! But the floor, oh the creaking!
It’ll wake
them. I’ll ignore it. I want to keep sleeping.
Ah this
moment-just a glimpse-of peace, of quiet…
Alright fine!
I’ll tiptoe! I have to just try it.
I lean ever so
gently, a toe touches the floor.
SLAM-rattle
BA-Boom-BOOM opens the boys’ bedroom door!
The cry starts
from the nursery, feet pitter-patter down the hall,
Isn’t that how
it goes: Hit the deck, there in the halls!?!
When from the
nursery there arose a familiar clatter,
I no longer run
frantic to see what’s the matter.
They tore open
the curtains, baby’s now blind by the flash.
Toys plummet
into the crib - was his head under that crash?
More rapid than
eagles, Daddy soars into battle.
He whistled and
shouted hoping this time it would matter.
It’s a pile-on
and bear hug, is baby still breathing?
There’s
prancing and pawing and kicking and squealing.
"Now
Asher! Now Dancer! My Prancer and Villain!
Two culprits, on cue, did a number on Gideon.
Two culprits, on cue, did a number on Gideon.
From the top of
the stool and o’er the crib wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
No fear in
their eyes, with excitement they’re screaming,
“Hi Daddy, hol’
me!” Their faces just beaming.
When, what to
my wondering eyes should appear,
A vision I’ll carry with me year after year:
A vision I’ll carry with me year after year:
He was dressed
all in fur, from his head to his shoe,
Red nose and
round belly - St. Nick, is it you?
2 reindeer in
tow and one miniature elf,
I laughed when
I saw them, in spite of myself.
So if you’re up
for some entertainment this year,
And don’t mind
the extra noise you’ll get around here,
Gift
destruction will begin at promptly 8:30
We’ll do our
best to hold them back, but you’d better hurry.
We’ll have eggs
& egg nog, a yummy brunch, too,
We’ll roll out
of bed and put coffee on for you.
PJ’s----morning
breath----hair all in a tangle,
Here starts the
ole’ Sellers’ Christmas morning jingle-jangle.
Christmas Eve
you’ll relax, sweet dreams in your head,
Think of us
while we wrestle our boys into bed.
Our wish we’ll
recite, tucking them in extra tight,
“Happy
Christmas to all, and to all a silent night!”
