Twas The Week Before Christmas, Finally Done!

December 21, 2008

Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house
Projects waited to be finished by one Momma Mouse!
Our stockings are hung by our chimney with flair,
We're hoping dear Santa will soon hurry there.
The children are busy cleaning under their beds,
While visions of dancing swirl around in their heads.
And Momma in her "Ice Cast" and Dad in his cap,
Are hoping to settle in for a long winter's nap!

When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
We spring from our bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the pantry Mom flys like a flash,
Tore open the cupboards, and found the flour stash.
The moon shows the puddles of fresh fallen rain,
To empty the trash for Dad is a pain!
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
A little small Beastie in her jammies so dear.

With her rhino in hand, so stuffed and quite limp,
She's really quite glad it isn't a chimp!
More rapid than email this little Beast claimed
As she dialed phone numbers, and shouted their names!
Now Caleb, and Holly, and sweet Baby Jack,
On Britni, and Cooper, One Cymbre and Dad.
To Shyla and Russell, and friends we adore
We rush to send presents, we rush out the door!

As cookies lay cooling, the children walk by
But Momma is watching with her bright eagle eye!
So out of the kitchen, the little girls go,
With some TV to watch, and some raw cookie dough!
And then in a twinkling, they hear from outside
Daddy's home from his office, in his car he did ride!
Mom's cleaning the kitchen, and was turning around,
Then suddenly through the backdoor Daddy did bound!

The cards on the table with needs to address,
Just add to this Momma Mouses' pre-Christmas stress!
A bundle of packages just waiting for wrap,
Remind Momma Mouse, it's time for a nap!
The lights how they twinkle, the ribbons how merry!
Kids cheeks are like roses, with noses like cherries!
Dad's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin isn't quite white as snow!

The Christmas jars wait for us to deliver,
Watch out, that back gate just might give you a sliver!
The tree is all up, and yes, decorated
Dad thinks this holiday could be well overrated!
Some gifts are all wrapped, and placed under the tree
Cooper sifts and sorts thru them on her pinching spree!
A wink of Mom's eye, and a twist of her head
Soon lets Dad know, he has nothing to dread!

She speaks not a word, but goes straight to her work,
And finishes the baking, then turns with a jerk!
And laying her scissors aside of her nose,
Back to the sewing machine, our tired Mom goes!
She springs to her chair, and sews up a storm,
To Dad who is sleeping, Mom's sewing's the norm!
But we hear Dad exclaim, as he lays down his head,
It's late all you kids, now just go to BED!

DONE FINALLY!