Christmas-Eve Day

“Twas Christmas-Eve day," and all through our house,
The kitties were stirring, in search of a mouse.

With Missy on guard, and Junior prowling ‘round. We were watching TV, not making a sound.

The stockings were hung on the mantel with care,

In hopes that Junior would not go on a tear.

Filled with ornaments and lights, to brighten the season,

The house was all warmed . . . 'gainst the cold was the reason.

Mother was nestled all snug her chair,

While the TV was blaring with holiday fares.

Me in my sweater, with Junior in lap,

Had just settled in for an afternoon nap.

Sunlight caressed the freshly mown lawn,

Gave warmth to the day,

as dog-walkers trudged on.

Then the doorbell rang, there arose such a clatter,

Junior sprang 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.

When what to my drowsy eyes should appear,

But gift-bearing neighbors, with sweet Christmas cheer.

Their mother was jolly, so lively and quick, I knew in an instant it wasn't St. Nick.

Up to the door, the young family came.

With a card and a package, she called us by name - "Where's Patrick, where's Lori we have a gift!" she exclaimed.

Their eyes how they twinkled, their dimples how merry!
Cheeks like roses, nose like a cherry!
They were dressed all in red from their head to their toes,

And the smiles they wore set their faces aglow.

A bright red platter 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 just watched but tried not to stare.

We accepted warm cookies, a right jolly old snack.
I looked like a peddler adding gifts to the stack.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to work.
Filling the stockings then turned with a jerk.
And warming my fingers by striking a match,
Strolled to the fireplace, to open the hatch.

As the neighbor’s departed we heard them say, “Happy Christmas to all,” . . . Have a Great Day!

Updated 12/24/2019

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