Twas A Week Before Christmas (a poem)

T’was a week before Christmas
And all through the house
Gift-wrap was littered, it
Even covered a spouse,
Who sat forlorn in his old easy chair,
Wondering if there was
An extra cookie to spare—
For cookies were baked
And filled every tin
But to eat even one
Would be considered a sin—
(Unless it was one that was broken or burned);
Decorations hung every where that you turned.
In the guest room presents were piled everywhere,
And trees were put up, not a moment to spare—
Twinkling lights and ornaments too,
But it will look pretty when we’re all through—
I’ve scorched all my fingers giving candy a test
And thought it was time that I had a good rest;
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I dashed to the door to see what was the matter;
Up on a ladder, Grandpa swayed to and fro—
Trying to decide where the reindeer should go—
I was sure he would fall and smash all the lights
I shouted come down and we’ll fix it all right!
The dollhouse is back where it belongs
And hundreds of CDs play holiday songs,
Pork loin’s in the freezer and wood on the fire,
Eggnog in the frig we hope will inspire–
But if not there is brandy, bourbon and port,
To serve every guest who is a good sport;
We’ll work at it all til’ we fall with a jerk
And let Santa get credit for all our hard work!

–Sandra Lee Smith

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