Two years ago I sat down and wrote 'Twas the Week before Christmas". It seemed it was more realistic and true to life than the original 'Twas the Night Before Christmas". So in keeping with the holiday tradition of reading "Twas the Night before Christmas" each Christmas eve, here is my version of "Twas the Week Before Christmas" once again.
'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house;
You could hear Mom screaming "It's time to clean up this house!"
Company was coming on Christmas Day
And no matter where we hid, we were right in the way.
"Clean your rooms! Wash the dog! Don't step on those lights!"
On and on she raved until you could just feel her picking a fight.
Poor Dad was stringing holiday lights up on the roof all alone
Probably had the quietest place in the home!
Decorations were strewn all along the wall
In our last minute attempt to "Deck the Halls".
The cats were batting the ornaments like special kitty toys
And the dogs were barking wildly at all of their noise.
Christmas cookies were baking (when not being burned)
From old family recipes we were trying to learn.
When all at once in the midst of this noisy clatter,
Mom suddenly fell silent
Now what was the matter?
A look of guilt fell across her face
And heaviness now hung in that small kitchen space.
With a big sign of weariness and an overspilled tear,
She held out her arms for all of us to come near.
"I'm sorry you guys for all the pain I have caused,
I don't seem to be in much of a mood for old Santa Claus."
With all of the silence, Dad came in from outdoors
To find us all kneeling around mom on the floor.
With tears in her eyes and between soft sobs,
She began to explain what was the cause of it all.
Seems so much pressure is placed on us
To be superheroes when it comes to the tree.
We feel we must cook and shop and clean
When in reality it turns us all mean.
The spirit that should be glowing inside of us all fizzled out
And commercialism and greed has now come about.
The true meaning of Christmas got lost in the rush
And we all dropped our heads in shame and with a blush.
The spirit of giving has been lost in the shuffle
And the Christmas Spirit must be hiding in long lost duffel.
We all have been blessed with family and friends
And glitter and gold cannot make amends
for the policemen and firemen and medics who push to the end.
We have young men and women off fighting a war
While their families and friends stay behind anxiously waiting to hear more.
It isn't about presents under the tree
Or how clean the floor is or what we are going to eat.
It isn't about money or gifts or a card.
It is so much more than traveling far.
Christmas is a celebration of a gift from the virgin birth
The sooner we acknowledge the blessing we have and the gift we received,
The sooner the holidays can be spent without hurt.
So this holiday season when stressing over a truck or a doll,
Remember the gift given for us all.
Seasons greetings to all of my readers and may each of you have a blessed holiday with family and friends.
Until next time...... Anita