‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house,
projects were half done, oh, I felt like a louse.
The messes were piled in each room to the sky.
I’d need a whip and chocolates to get kids to comply -
To organize, straighten, move things to their rooms,
to water poinsettias ’ere they lose their blooms.
The menus were not thought of…
The gifts not yet bought up…
The wrapping would be hasty in a last-minute dash,
and Christmas eve, we’d fall into bed with a crash.
When what to my blundering mind should appear?
But the miracle of ignoring, and parking my rear.
We’ll have fun and festivity in our home Christmas Day,
whether or not things are perfect and all put away.
The roast could be burnt, and a gift left behind
And we’d still feel the magic of a Christmas-y kind.
So I’ll put up my feet and relax just a bit,
do what I enjoy and Christmas will be a hit.
To all the mom santas whose lives are a mess…
let yourself be jolly and you and your family will be blessed.