“Christmas-y” for one December edition, so - just moments before "press" time - I literally threw together the following poem. Perhaps it will make you smile, lift your spirits and remind you why you put all you do into this busy, hectic, happy holiday.
Sound the harps and ring the bells,
settle in for Christmas tales.
Gather round a roaring fire,
and wait ‘till all the children tire.
Tuck them gently into bed
with good-night kisses on their heads.
Then tiptoe softly out the door,
to do the things this night is for.
stack all the gifts they wait to see.
Hang the stockings, stuffed with sweets
and little toys and other treats.
Leave a plate of sweets and milk,
with one bite taken, three drops spilt.
For come the morning, without doubt,
first things first – they’ll check this out!
Make the crust for lots of pies;
knead the bread dough, let it rise.
Stuff the turkey, peel the yams,
tuck lots of cloves into the ham.
it’s time at last to close your eyes.
One look around, then dim the lights –
gotta be real sure the setting’s right.
For very soon, come morning light,
the kids will wake and see this sight.
Their “ooohs” and “aahs” and big, wide eyes
are why you’re seeing daybreak skies.
The family gathered ’round the tree,
a wide-eyed child on a proud Dad’s knee.
The story of Jesus, the wreath on the door,
the family love – that’s what Christmas is for!
Turn off the lights now, and rest your head;
you won’t have long to say abed.
But take just a moment to whisper a prayer
of thanks for this Christmas and the coming new year.