Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
the kids were still stirring and tugging my blouse.
The stockings were hung, the table was set,
in hopes that Saint Nicholas wouldn't forget.
The presents were scattered all over my bed
While visions of all-nighters haunted my head.
And me in my yoga pants, and him in his sweats,
Had just settled down to wrap all our new debt.
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
The dishes that stayed from our dinner that night,
Had fallen and broken and caused quite a sight.
The toys that required assembly were beckoning;
the number of power tools still needed reckoning.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a nice glass of Pinot and for him, a tall beer
With a sip from my glass and a couple deep sighs,
I knew in a moment I'd feel energized.
More rapid than eagles I got it together.
I baked, I wrapped, I checked out the weather.
Now stockings, now presents, place under the tree,
Now letter from Santa and frost the cookies.
Assemble the kitchen, assemble the bike
Think about breakfast and sleeping in...PSYCH!
To the top of the stairway, to the end of the hall!
Now put away paper, gift tags and all!
The house was all ready, the lights were aglow.
The "reindeer" had left tiny prints in the snow.
And then in a twinkling I heard from a room
sweet whispers and giggles and old Christmas tunes.
As I rounded the corner to head toward my bed,
I caught a quick glimpse of three little heads.
They called, "Mom and Dad!" and one gave a whistle,
then flew to our sides like the down of a thistle.
It's time they exclaimed! And I caved without scorning...