Christmas 2019 (aka my Christmas letter)
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, except Mom herself.
Clothing was strewn round the room with no care
Knowing Mom would take care of the laundry in there.
The boys were engrossed in electronic games
While MackDaddy Mike was doing the same.
And me all stressed out – house to clean, gifts to wrap
Just wanted a second to sit down and nap.
When out where they were, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chores to see what was the matter.
Away to the living room I flew like a flash,
Hurdling baskets and boxes and piles of trash.
The lights on the boys seated below
Melted my heart as I gazed at them so,
when, what to my wondering mind should appear,
but a memory of all that transpired this year.
Emily teaching, coaching swim team and drama,
So busy and happy – her days off in pajamas.
Loving her students and colleagues a plenty,
Who know what will come to her in 2020?!
Logan is planning her wedding next November,
My girl’s little no more, just a memory ember.
Working as a dispatcher, her fiancé a cop,
With Leona and Aurora (my grandbabies), their adventures don’t stop!
Michael P is so tall with a musical ear,
He’ll be driving as soon as his permit test clears.
Spending summers in Maine playing bassoon
Only three years remain, time passes too soon!
James started middle school aback in the fall,
The trumpet he plays, and is having a ball!
Sports-minded our youngest decided to be,
Trying basketball this winter, he tall enough you see!
Mackdaddy is happily working close to the ‘Ville,
Enjoys getting home earlier and hanging to chill.
Relaxing and “teching”, enjoying his time,
The mileage he saves on his car is sublime.
As for me – all’s the same, just another year older,
Another year passes, I’m a little bit bolder.
Lots of work travel make me all the fonder,
Of getting back home, so much to ponder.
I look at these boys, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be some trick.
Just yesterday they were little, I want to exclaim,
but I whistled and shouted and called them by name…
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so my tears crested my eyelid and down they flew,
with the memories of loved ones, departed ones too.
With a tear in my eye knowing time goes so fast,
that I sighed when I saw them, in spite of myself.
Those boys saw my gaze and with a nod of their heads
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
Grabbing shirts and stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying their hand on the railing they froze,
and giving a nod, up the staircase they rose.
I sprang to attention, to my boys gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ‘ere they ran out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
May you and yours have a magical holiday season!