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A Momsense Christmas poem
December 6, 2010 - Betsy Bethel
'Twas three weeks before Christmas and I hadn't a doubt
The kids knew it wasn't a good time to pout.
The calendar was filled; we were dashing and dizzy
And I'd managed to get myself worked into a tizzy.
It was bad enough the Christmas budget was blown
By a new set of tires and a late student loan,
But now it was snowing— one foot maybe two —
And the furnace went kaflooie -- as if dying on cue.
Of course the kids have no clue we aren't "rich" ....
And people wonder why I've developed a twitch!
Last year I had hope: "Simplify, Cherish, Enjoy!"
That was my motto; but it was hard to employ!
I thought maybe this year I'd get the hang of it
But circumstances still got the better of me — Dang it!
I shout at the little ones for not hustling and bustling;
I over-react to their innocent tussling.
I think the snow clouds have filled up my head —
Sugar plums, they are not — and I take to my bed.
My husband, God love him, might as well live on Mars,
When it comes to Christmas, he sees only stars.
It's the one time of year I never hear him complain
He loves the lights, the tree, the snow: he's insane!
A bit of a Scrooge the rest of the year
Now he's downright jolly, and it's becoming clear
That if I don't become merry and bright
I might be spending Christmas alone. That's right ...
Alone ... hmm .... alone, now there's a nice thought.
Alone is something I'd like quite a lot.
A long sudsy bath, soft music and lighting
No cell phone, no schedule, no kids and no fighting.
But come Christmas morning, wouldn't I miss
The magic, the merriment, the mistletoe kiss?
I would, I decided, but I'd miss most of all
That sense of accomplishment — that, through it all,
I gave it my best and I did what I did
To create a happy memory for each of my kids.
Christmastime can be stressful, without a doubt,
But I've reconsidered: It's worth sticking it out.
I'll endure the kids' "gimmies" and I'll stand in long lines;
I'll wrap, and say "Where's the tape!" for the umpteenth time;
I'll marvel at the merrymakers and I'll envy them too —
They're like Bob Cratchit or Clark Griswold or a Who!
But while I'm not Cindy Lou and I never will be,
I DO like the cards, the music, the tree,
The wrapping, the bows, the cookies, the snow,
The kids' excitement, the Ho Ho Ho's.
So I'm praying for help — only three weeks to go.
I know I can do it — just go with the flow.
Whatever gets done will have to be enough —
Didn't get to the baking ... well, that's just tough.
My final advice I hope all dads and kids take:
If you want a Merry Christmas, please give moms a break!
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