Recent events in our home (or perhaps its the lack of sleep) have inspired me to compose a poem. This might be the only "gift" I give this season….'cause 'ain't NOBODY wants cookies from dis house!
A Mom's Christmas Poem
'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the land,
The germs are on rampage! They've taken a stand;
The viruses are nestled in children and spouses,
With visions of infecting families and houses.
And I, on my couch, with a dog in my lap
Dreamed of a beautiful afternoon nap.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear…
But an 8-year-old saying those words all moms fear.
"My tummy feels funny and something's not right."
I knew we were in for a magical night.
When from the upstairs there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter!
Dragging one child up the staircase I ran-
Burst into the bathroom and the door I did slam.
Big brother was bent over the porcelain throne,
And I patted his back as the poor child moaned;
His eyes--how they watered,
His arms---how shaky;
His back was so tense it would later be achey.
Then poor little sister--not to be outdone,
Began using the sink for some more puking fun.
Her long pretty hair I pulled back in a tie
As she wretched and she sobbed and she thought she "might die."
They filled up their vessels and sat on the floor,
Then crawled back to bed to try and sleep some more.
Then using my fingers to pinch off my nose,
And grabbing my bleach off to cleansing I go!
Then both spouse and children come join me downstairs
As I try and alleviate cross-contamination fears;
So I tuck the kids in with a blanket and bowl,
And give my spouse DayQuill and more Tylenol;
Then turn on a movie and pray healing's begun,
And echo Mr. Dickens, "God bless us, everyone."
