Twas the Night before Christmas and all through the house,
The Carpenter’s sang while wrapping gifts, like Mickey Mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
just out of reach, for Emma plays there.
The Mother was nestled all snug in the bed,
wishing all was clean and the fish were fed;
for Christmas is busy and Mother thought:
I hope the Christ Child will not be lost;
(Perhaps this is why we’ve removed much Christmas cost).
When out of the blue a cry, not strange;
the baby’s awake with binky out of range.
Away from warm covers Mother flew like a flash,
grabbed binky, changed diaper, to avoid a big rash;
When, what to Mom’s wondering eyes should appear,
the baby still sleepy rubbed eyes and stopped tears;
Back to bed next to Father, who deserved a deep sleep,
Mother climbed into bed with 2 more hours before the beep;
Looking forward to Emma with presents to be enticed,
the camera is charged, time to now think of Christ.
Cute poem! You are amazing!
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