Twas the Week Before Christmas
Twas a week before Christmas and in the Corley house
Mama was scurrying around like a mouse.
The stockings were still downstairs in a box
And time was ticking away on the clocks.
Papa was down sick in bed with the flu
And mama had oh so much left to do.
When down in the basement there arose such a clatter,
Mama sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
It was Justin and Stephen creating such a mess
And mama truly knew the meaning of stress.
The basement was cluttered with arguing boys
Both fighting and kicking and throwing their toys.
“Stop this tuff now” Mama exclaims,
“Or Santa won’t come, he’ll cross off your names.”
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
The cat and the dog who needed some cheer.
“Now Stephen and Justin, now Abby and Missy
And Wilma and BamBam, all six in a hissy.
Both the dog and the cat needed some chow
and four eggs in the cage we can’t figure how.
Mom’s droll little mouth drew down in a frown,
“That’s it” she exclaimed, “We all must calm down.”
“Stephen go get the tree and Justin the crates,
We’ll set this tree up, no matter the stakes.”
Now the living room’s cluttered with Christmas preparations,
And dirty dishes left from the dinner libations.
With more presents to buy and boxes to wrap,
Mama reflected that soon she’d be zapped.
But little by little the work all gets done
And mama and boys find it can b quite fun.
The tree now twinkles with garland and bows
And the kitchen is clean, the hard work sure shows.
Now mama exclaimed as the boys turned out the lights,
“Soon it will be Christmas, GO TO BED AND GOOD NIGHT!”
Christmas memories from fifteen years ago. I actually miss them.
Merry Christmas from me to you and thanks for taking your time to read this blog. I hope you enjoy it.