Merry Christmas.

T'was the night before Christmas and all through this house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a ......

Oh right, shall we not? Shall we not say that word

The one that begins with an M ..it's absurd

Just how much that one word can quite fill me with dread

And make me break down and start clutching my head

In that hair tearing way that a woman perfects

With the screaming and yelling while H interjects

'They've all gone' he will say and he'll clutch at my arm

And he'll try to convince me they meant us no harm.

I will shudder and shake and I'll try not to think

About how awful those things were ..how they made my house stink.

So, that nightmare behind us, we are all filled with glee

As we wait and imagine all the gifts we shall see

When we come down the stairs at the break of the day

And see what dear Santa did bring on his sleigh.

Seth has been very clear in his wants and has said

That he'd quite like a skateboard to be left on his bed.

Elijah is always quite easy to please

And Isaac, well he just wants all that he sees.

We are ready as ever we ever can be

With a ham ready roasted and a nice Christmas tree,

We have turkey to cook and some presents to wrap

But we do not have figs 'cause we think they are.....horrible.

Grandpa is here all the way from L.A

Daniel's here also, so we're set for the day

We are 'cited and happy and climbing the wall

And just waiting to see what time Santa will call.

Mum is quite tempted to break out some meds

That might help these young gitlets to stay in their beds,

Is that naughty? She wonders, will it make her feel bad

To induce some deep slumber in such sweet little lads?

'Bless their hearts' you might say, let them stay up and wait

For the sound of the fat man as his feet hit the grate.

The thing with that plan, may I humbly explain

Is that truly, I can see that for me, it means pain.

H, in his wisdom, sticks quite firmly to plan

And he goes up to bed just as soon as he can.

While I sit here and wait and then wait a bit more

For the glorious sound of a little kid's snore.

Would you look, it's now bedtime! Not a peep from their beds

I can hardly believe it, three cute sleepy heads

Now it's time for the good stuff, the magical time

So I ought to get on now and finish this rhyme

Before I do sign off and say my farewells

While I wait for the ringing of Santa Claus' bells

May I say how I hope that your Christmas is fine

That you know you are much loved by both me and by mine.

I am conscious that many won't have so much joy

At this time when we think of the birth of that boy

As I look all around me and see just how blessed

My world is, I am sure that my life is the best!

Merry christmas to you and to yours some good will

To your home, right from ours, at the top of the hill.

I am praying your Christmas is one filled with cheer

And may I wish you a Glorious, Happy new year.