...and all through the house,
my teens were still sleeping,
but not my spouse.
He was working from home, with computers spread out,
The countertop taken, I had reason to pout.
I had stockings to fill and floors still to sweep,
It's a day for joy, no reason to weep!
There are meatballs to be snuggled all snug in the crockpot,
And cookies to arrange with the fudge on the platter.
But my chair is so comfy, that's what is the matter.
The gifts ARE all wrapped, the shopping all done,
For the fiftieth time I wonder,
Have I forgotten anyone?
Don't ask how I know that it wouldn't be fun.
Years ago I forgot my secret Santa's gift,
Tried to pretend the random gift I grabbed from under the tree was IT.
My organizational skills are sketchy at best,
But there's so much to do, no time for rest...
My standard statement on each Christmas morn,
that each of the precious children I've born,
will get unequal piles of presents and gifts,
Share, please dear children, we don't want any rifts!
Christmas is big here so each of them know,
They are loved and so wanted, with gifts we can show,
Though we have so many, they are each unique,
That they know they are loved is all that I seek.
I'd need millions of dollars to show them them how deeply,
I love them, but instead I just do it cheaply.
As a mom of so many, I'm always compelled,
To prove to each one that my whole heart they've held.
The kids who live far away I am missing,
I long for the days with all under my wing.
But they grow and scatter,
I get older and fatter.
A poem about Christmas, became a love song,
I want each of them to know how deeply I long,
To impart that they are all blessings to me,
There'd be millions of gifts under the tree.
Baby Achilles! Little Wulf!
Sonja, me, Char, Cam, cousin Danielle, we went out and about the other day. Did I ever mention that Sonja passed her driver's test!
Well, there are things to do here, as comfy as my chair is!!!