A Momma’s Night Before Christmas

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By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,

Not a soul was stirring, except, of course, for the Momma.

She had hung the stockings by the chimney with care,

Knowing that Santa soon would be there.

The halls were decked from head to toe,

Momma’s fait accompli before the big show.

Her people were nestled all snug in their beds,

Dreams of the morn’ dancing in their heads.

With Momma’s toil beginning, screwdriver in tow,

She was at the ready and set to go.

There were toys to assemble and stockings to fill,

As Santa’s best elf, Momma knew the drill.

She had shopped ‘til she dropped, and wrapped gifts galore,

Planned holiday meals and baked even more.

Tasks aplenty for her still, this long winter’s night,

She accomplished it all without a frown in sight.

In the wee morning hours, she lay down her head,

No sooner closing her eyes, she leapt out of bed.

“Santa came!” they exclaimed with great cheers of joy,

Interrupting her slumber as they unwrapped the toys.

Weary yet joyful, Momma watched all the clatter,

Knowing only their glee could possibly matter.

The joy on the faces of her beloved fam,

Made the hustle worthwhile, despite the bedlam.

The next course of business to feed the crew,

And the Momma’s to do list still grew and grew.

Memories made for a gleeful Christmas Day,

A Momma’s prayer answered for a glorious holiday.

Exhausted yet happy, but clearly beat,

Momma faded fast as her job was complete.

Her babies were happy, her family well-fed,

The next order of business involved Momma’s bed.

We heard her exclaim as the sun sank out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

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Patti Parish-Kaminski

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