Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, everyone was still stirring, except that “exhausted” male spouse.
None of the stockings hung by the chimney with care, the kids played with them all week, so the mantle was bare.
Mummy in her pyjamas that she had worn all day, while Daddy was asleep on the bed where he quickly hit the hay.
I was trying hard to get the kids in their bed, while thoughts of how many gifts still to wrap spun in my head.
When down in the playroom arose such a clatter, twas anormal occurrence, so I figured nothing was the matter.
I peeked in the kids’ rooms, they had finally dozed off to sleep, so I tip-toed downstairs, trying not to make a peep.
Expecting toys all jumbled and strewn on the floor, with that annoying toy lion in the corner that continuously roars, when what to my “sleepless” and “tired” eyes did appear but a man cleaning toys and a vacuum pushed by a reindeer.
The jolly old man so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
I couldn’t believe how his helpers they came, he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen! To the dishes piled high! To the dust on the floor! Now clean away! clean away! clean away all!
The house was sparkling, thanks to that reindeer swarm, and Santa told me to sit and handed me a mug that was warm.
He said not to worry the house was all set to go, he had piles of toys that would make the children smile and glow.
Mums need to enjoy the spirit of Christmas too, just like the good boys and girls in their house effortlessly do.
Those little ones grow with a blink & a flash. So, when the wrapping paper starts flying, please don’t think of the trash.
Think of the memories piling ever so high, and the magic of reindeer that can fly through the sky.
This special time only comes once a year, so spend all the moments in Christmas joy and jolly good cheer.
A wink of his eye and a loving pat on my head, soon gave me to know that I had nothing to dread.
He spoke no more words but handed me some wine, and I knew that he was certainly a man ever so fine.
It was now time to say good-bye and do part, for there were other mums who needed a lift in the heart.
To all the mums out there who try to do it all just so right, Merry Christmas to All and to All a good night.