A Last-Minute Poem

‘Tis the night before Christmas and all through the house,
There’s nary a sound but the click of my mouse.

How I wish that were true, but the dog and the cat
Are off in the living room having a spat.

My husband has gone in to break up the fight.
Ahh, at last I can relish a real silent night.

The stockings are hung on the rail down the stair.
They’d hang on the mantle, but it’s too cold down there.

The children crashed out in a heap on the floor.
I just pray they don’t wake up at quarter to four.

We’ve left old St. Nick gingerbread and a beer.
His notes say our treats are his favorite each year.

The Christmas eve service was joyful and bright,
With wonderful music and warm candle light.

A message of hope, simple, yes, but profound,
That Christ is our light, and in Him life abounds.

Then north through the snowstorm (at reasonable speed)
For Mom’s Swedish meatballs (though she’s not a Swede).

Back home, just to crash is my one Christmas wish,
But I have to prep cinnamon rolls and egg dish.

And then there’s the matter of my daily blog.
I’d have been done by now if it weren’t for the dog.

He knocked Santa’s gingerbread man to the floor,
Then tried to steal leftover meatballs and more.

I snapped at my husband to take him away.
I must get this finished—I’m almost out of day!

Outside the snow still continues to fall
And I’m glad that tomorrow we’ve no plans at all

So I’ll crawl into bed, now, and turn off the light.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.