and all through the house, the creatures were stirring, especially the mouse.
The stockings were precariously hung from the chimney,
strung on a heavy snowman, flake, Santa, and tree,
awaiting a tug from chubby baby hands,
to pull them from the mantle to crash when they land.
The children were increasingly sleepless in bed,
knowing sometime soon presents would greet them instead
of a sleep deprived mama and cranky mad dad,
wishing the holiday didn’t make sleeping so bad.
The recycling bin bulged with emptied bottles of wine,
as the parents sought strength in some alcohol time.
And yet, in the madness, a strange sense of calm
as the lights from the tree cast a glow like a balm,
and the family spent more time close and nearby,
as they peered out the window and watched the snow fly.
Though the season is rough it’s a great time of year,
to spend more snuggle time with the ones we hold dear.