Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house,
Every creature was stirring (yes, even a mouse),
The stockings are hung by the stovepipe with care,
In hopes that some candy would soon melt in there.
The gifts were all tucked in their papers and bows,
And Weldon and I both were wishing for snows.
When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter,
We scurried and shuffled to handle the matter.
The food had been planned out, the school days were through,
The carols were playing; No, not just a few.
But the Nativity story had not yet been read,
Though visions of sugar-plums had danced in our heads.
So off to the nightstand, we flew like a flash,
Turned open to Matthew and read every dash.
Of an angel appearing with luminous face,
Of journeys in deserts and of inns with no place.
Of the brightest star that three kings had e’er seen,
And royal gifts given with an audience of sheep.
Of heavenly choirs singing songs in the night,
Of the Christ-child laid sleeping; O Earth, what a sight!
Closing the Book, with a twinkle in our eyes,
And a tissue apiece so our tears could be dried,
We offered a prayer of joy and of thanks
To receive the best gift any person could take.
So on in our merriment, with focus renewed,
We gathered our offerings of gifts and of food,
For visits with family that last all next week,
Where we’ll celebrate rightly and of Jesus we’ll speak.
But before I can do this I thought I should write:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
See you in 2014!
