Christmas-Eve

“Twas the day before Christmas," and all through our house,
Everyone was stirring, including the mouse.

The stockings were hung on the mantle with care,
In hopes that Junior would not go on a tear.

Filled with ornaments and lights, to brighten the season,
Our house was all warmed . . . 'gainst the cold was the reason.

The family was nestled all snug in their chairs,
While the TV was blaring with holiday fares.
Me in my sweater, with Junior in my lap,
Had just settled in for an afternoon nap.

Then the doorbell rang, there arose such a clatter,
Junior jumped from my lap to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open my leg, while Missy chewed on the sash.

The sun on the edge of the newly mowed lawn,
Gave warmth to the day as dog-walkers trudged on.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But gift bearing neighbors, with sweet Christmas cheer.
The mother was jolly, so lively and quick, I knew in a instant it wasn't St. Nick.

Up to the door the young family came.
With a card and a package she called me by name - "Where's Patrick, where's Lori we have a gift!" she exclaimed.

They were dressed all in red from their head to their toe,
And the smiles they wore set their faces aglow.

A bright red package in the little girls' hand,
Was extended with joy, that was part of the plan.

Perched on the window and balanced with care,
The kitties watched, but tried not to stare.

We had cookies and tea, A right jolly old snack,
I looked like a peddler adding gifts to my stack.

As the neighbor’s departed we heard them say, “Happy Christmas to all," . . . and have a great day.

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