The Night Before Christmas – Mom Version

Waiting for Santa

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Only Mommy was stirring, quiet as a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
With Command Medium Hooks so the paint wouldn’t tear;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while Daddy took Aspirin for his aching head;
And Dad with his beer and I with my Frappe,
had just settled down for a little night cap,
When out of the blue there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter;
Away to the nursery I flew like a flash,
Sprang the door open while holding my sash;
The tears on the cheeks of skin white as snow,
Gave the luster to wet Sesame Street sheets below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a rash, diarrhea and a 102′ fever;
With a teaspoon of Tylenol it’d fix it right quick,
I knew in a moment I’d be up till past six;
More rapid than eagles did the sickness claim,
both of my children and my husband the same;
“Now Benadryl, Now Dimetapp, Now Ibuprofen!”
“On Kleenex, on Humidifier, NyQuil and Vick’s!”
Tissues to the top of the stairs, puke on the wall,
Dash it oh darn it, oh to hell with it all;
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the challenge, Mommy had to make due,
with a bed full of children, and Daddy down too;
And then in a twinkling, and this is the truth,
The sniffles and sneezing subsided and soothed;
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
a whispered “I love you”, just a faint little sound;
He was covered with kids, from his head to his foot,
And the blankets were bundled all underfoot;
A bundle of toys I had waiting to wrap,
And with two hours till daylight I was ready to snap;
My eyes – how they twinkled with redness aplenty,
My lids were all darkened with sleeplessness pending;
But my droll little mouth had drawn up like a bow,
For his whisper was as beautiful as fresh fallen snow;
I blew him a kiss and clenched tight my teeth,
And set out to finish wrapping, the stockings and treats;
I had gray in my hair and a round little belly,
And I knew it wasn’t in my diet to eat the cookies with jelly;
I’m too chubby and plump I tried to tell myself,
but I ate 2 or 5 in spite of myself;
With a wink in my eye and a skip in my step,
It wouldn’t matter, I deserved it, “It’s Christmas!” I said
So I munched on some cookies and got right to work,
And I filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And rubbing my hand across my itchy nose,
I sighed with a nod that all Mommy’s know;
So I sprang to the DayQuil and let out a quiet whistle,
At least everything was finished, all sparkled and tinseled;
I put on coffee, set out creamer with sugar in sight,
and prayed I’d get one hour of sleep for the night.

Happy Holidays to the Mommy’s out there!

Written by Manda Tippit.

Comments

  1. And this is just perfect!

  2. Whoa that made me tired just reading it. Poor Mommy, hope she does get that hour of sleep.

  3. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this!! You are a talented woman :) Merry Christmas to you! I will stumble this and tweet this post, it is too cute to miss!

  4. thank you so much Shop With Me Mama! Merry Christmas to you as well!

  5. This is so awesome and I pray that don’t happen for real…lol!

  6. Loved it!

  7. karenmed409 says:

    Loved it… been there with just 2 hours before daylight myself!

  8. Kimberly M. says:

    That was just too cute. Gave me a good chuckle.

  9. This is fantastic. A mother’s job is never done.

  10. Melissa Pezza says:

    That is totally awesome!!!!!

  11. KathleenKL says:

    well done!! Merry Christmas!! A mom’s work is never done :)

  12. LOL that is cute. Merry Christmas!

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