Twas the night before Christmas Eve and all through the house
there was crap everywhere because this week we’ve hardly been in the house.
The stockings were fallen in a mess on the floor
because a one-year old likes them there a little bit more.
The baby was crumpled all snuggled in bed
while he does his sleep-crawl and continuously bumps his head.
Dad in his sweats and I in mismatched cozy clothes
had just settled down to watch our favorite Christmas shows.
When I looked left to the kitchen and my heart nearly crashed
theres so much to do – clean, sweep, organize and take out the trash.
Away to the area I slowly walked like a sloth
and reluctantly started cleaning – where the hecks a clean cloth?
My husband was sweet and helped me clean up
he did all the dishes and cheered my stressed self right up.
When what to my sleepy eyes should appear
but a messy living room ever so near.
With a body so achey and tired and lazy
I decided instead to lay on the couch in a haze(y).
I just can’t do more today I really cannot
Except stay up for hours on social media – why not?
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow I’ll clean!
I’ll dust all the baseboards until they sparkle and gleam!
It will be Christmas Eve and my mom always taught me
Santa Claus does not come unless the house is all sparkly!
We watched Home Alone as I started self loathing
thinking how on top of cleaning I need to wash all the clothing.
Why in the world do I put these things off?
You’d think I would learn but quite obviously I do not.
Then as I hoped I was good enough this year not to get coal
I remembered I needed to order and pick up rolls.
Christmas Eve dinner after all is tomorrow
if we show up without them I will feel so much sorrow.
Quickly I contemplated crying because on top of all this
my freaking period decided Christmas week, it can’t miss.
It would be easy to flop on the floor
and yell and scream and thrash a bit more.
This whole week has felt frazzled and crazy and rushed
I had so much I wanted to do but some dreams got crushed.
And then my stomach flopped as I remembered something else
the Christmas Cards have yet to be sent to our friends and families house.
But hey, guess what? Its been a great season
We’ve been good about remembering the true reason.
We messed up the house but made holiday memories
which is better than cleanliness if you’re asking me.
This week doesn’t have to be perfect at all
it can be simple, messy and sleepy and we’ll still have a ball.
Our family of three is all here together
and maybe with our combined prayers we’ll get snowy weather!
Its easy to stress out and panic a lot
but I was smacked with perspective – so panic I will not.
Maybe tomorrow the house will get cleaned good
but if it does not, its not the end of the world.
Now it is time I skip off to bed to sleep
where I’ll stay up late thinking about Christmas morning – eep!
And now because if I ended this poem different it’d be a fright…
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!
