Twas a week before Christmas and all through the house,
Momma 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 her 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 stuff 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 crate
We’ll get this tree up, no matter the stakes”.
Now the living room’s cluttered with Christmas preparations
And dirty dishes left from 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 be 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!”

An oldie but goodie I wrote about 25 years ago.

MERRY CHRISTMAS from the Great Hunter and yours truly.!