‘Twas the week before Christmas
Tuesday, December 18, 2018 Adrian Wood Comments (0) ‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house Enough shit was strewn to bury a small mouse. The stockings were slung by the chimney with care, By a nine year old girl who cried the number of presents unfair. The children protested going to bed each night, Until their mother threatened them within an inch of their life. Dad watching football, as I moved the dang elf, Under my breath, cursing his lazy self. When out in the yard there arose such a clatter, I spilled my wine and hollered for someone to see what was the matter. Away to the window, I flew like a flash Yelled at my husband to get off his lazy ass. The moon on the breast of the wet pavement below Gave a shiny lustre to the discarded bikes that had been strewn. When, what should appear to my tired eyes, But my plastic nativity, set up by family as a lovely surprise. With a camel and lamb added to the scene I felt guilty instantly, for being so mean. The wind has blown them into a noisy pile
And then, in a twinkling, my frown was a smile.