It’s the week before Christmas and all through our house
The rabbit is stirring and even my spouse,
The stockings are flung on the floor without care,
Hoping that I won’t mind them down there.
The children are busy and not in their beds,
While chatting and playing keep filling their heads,
With Mom on her ‘puter and Dad on his too,
There certainly is lots left to do.
If out on the lawn there arose any clatter,
The two dogs next door would cause them to scatter,
Away from the barking they’d fly in a flash,
Down the driveway they’d run, making a dash.
The moon on the pavement is shining below,
Reflections of streetlights causing the glow,
For snow has not fallen, the ground is quite green,
Different from what’s usually seen.
Still Christmas lights sparkle and dance in the night,
It most certainly is a beautiful sight
Except for the section that keeps going out,
We’re not really sure what that is about.
On, lightbulbs. You hear me? What’s the problem with you?
Why aren’t you shining, you obstinate few?
The others are working; they brighten the night,
The gap in the line isn’t quite right.
But who really cares; I know it’s not me
I like the presents under the tree,
And the suitcase beside it makes me want to smile
It means that our son is home for a while.
And then in a twinkling, he will be gone,
Boarding a plane; it won’t be long
Til he’s back at the school to finish his year,
For now I am glad that he is right here.
The Monopoly game is spread all about,
We played it today with laughter and shouts,
My daughter, my son, and their mother made three,
How very happy it has made me.
We watched the West Wing and a couple more shows,
I’m wondering where all the time goes,
The dishes were calling, the laundry was too,
But these precious times are really too few.
My eyes will twinkle, sometimes with tears,
I’m thinking how quickly, this passing of years,
I’ll cherish each moment, these gifts that are mine,
I see it quite well, the passing of time.
There’s things more important than cleaning this place,
Viewing each moment as some kind of race,
Though time will keep ticking and moving along,
It’s these other things that keep my life strong.
So the dusting and washing and cleaning can wait,
The scrubbing and mopping remain on my plate,
But laughing and hugging and just having fun,
These will continue until life is done.
And then in a twinkling, I will be gone,
Flying to heaven, singing a song
Of thank You for life, a most blessed thing,
For home and for family, these reasons to sing.
Have a Blessed, Joy-filled Christmas!
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given;
and the government shall be uponhis shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6 ESV)