Twas the Week Before Christmas

Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the home

Bathroom counter

Bathroom counter

Not a mess was to be found, not even a ringing phone.

The clean laundry was put away with care,

And for the world was given a prayer.


As empty nesters we were all snug in our beds,

While visions of serenity danced in our heads.

Warming the sheets at slower paces,

We settled our brains with happy faces.


When out in the garage there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

I put on my slippers and scurried to the backdoor,

Expecting cats to be prowling the floor.


I flipped on the lights to see the commotion,christmas trip closet small

And, my eyes grew big with wondering emotion.

I knew in a moment it must be our offspring,

Doodads and gizmos and boots did they bring.


They traveled from the west to east coast,

With few belongings to surprise us at most.

Saying, Now Mom! Now, Dad! Merry Christmas,

Plans discombobulated, it was all propitious.


We blew up the air mattress and set out a feast,

They took showers to wash off airplane smell at least.

Well past our bedtime, we knew we were in trouble

We couldn’t help but hug those girls and cuddle.


The next few days brought a rush of memories,

As we made Christmas cookies and told stories.

The house soon looked like a disaster hit,

I gave up cleaning and added to the grit.


They plugged in their electronics,car and leah at bryant park

While I wondered at the dynamics,

Of girls now beautiful, skilled, and responsible,

This visit will become historical.


And then, in a twinkling, they returned to their homes,

We cleaned the house without any moans.

Back to our routine, but with a smile

Love is grand and life is worthwhile.


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