It’s the Day Before Christmas – 719woman.com
It’s the day before Christmas and all through the house, I’m needing some help from my kids and my spouse.
The stockings aren’t hung by the chimney with care, unless I go shopping they’ll surely be bare.
The children are fighting and jumping on beds, oh the temptation to bop their sweet heads.
Cookies to bake, so many presents to wrap; just wanting some wine and a really long nap.
The tree just fell down I can tell from the clatter; the kids or the pets? Oh Hell, does it matter?
Away from my work I flew like a flash, just as I heard yet another loud crash.
The tree was now empty, not even a bow; instead of the tree, the floor’s now aglow.
And then what to my twitching eye did appear? Oh it’s my sweet helpful husband drinking a beer.
Ignoring the mess, he said he felt sick and a nap was in order, but he’d try to be quick.
More rapid than eagles, the anger it came, but I counted to ten and didn’t call him a name.
Join me he said, “You’re my cute little vixen.” ” Yea right,” I muttered and went back to tree fixing.
The kids began begging, “Let’s go to the mall,” to which I replied, “JUST GO AWAY ALL!”
I wish I could sprout wings and suddenly fly, and ignore all the mess and not bake my pie.
I yelled, “Go to your room,” and they suddenly flew; knowing mama’s sweet temper had suddenly blew.
And then for a second I thought I heard from the roof, I swear what sounded just like our dog’s woof.
As I shook my head clear and was turning around, an angel I tripped over and was then kissing the ground.
Needing to get up but wanting to stay put, I slowly arose and then sprained my dang foot.
Lying back down, lying flat on my back, my eyes began searching for something to whack.
Take a deep breath, I want to be merry, and not become something that’s mean and quite scary.
Full of the spirit and about to eat crow; to find my scared family is where I started to go.
But then as I passed my brand new, not on sale, wreath; I thought I saw something oozing underneath.
There pooled my “just-for-me” treat from the deli , a now quivering glob of cranberry jelly.
Ready to blow, I said to myself, take a deep breath and get the wine off the shelf.
A couple of drinks later there was nothing to dread and visions of family harmony danced in my head.
I spoke not a word but went back to my work, shook off my bad mood with a twist and a jerk.
Then there was my family all dressed in clean clothes, and in each of their hands, they held a red rose.
“Three cheers for mom, let’s give her a whistle, for loving us all, in spite of our thistle.”
My eyes filled with tears as I took in the sight, and I knew right then we’d all have a good night.