THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Yes, I know it is not the day before Christmas, but then this was penned several years ago but the feelings are still about the same and with my crippled wrist I will not get a new Christmas blog done before Christmas Eve so I decided to resurecte this one.  MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE.

     THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS         W.R. BALDWIN 1997

It’s the day before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature is stirring, I hope not a mouse.

We are retired you see and we may sleep all day.

Or as they used to say, we won’t get out of the hay.

It’s the day before Christmas for young and for old,

But only the young want to go out in the cold.

It did snow some last night and it sparkles so pretty,

But I’ll sit by the fire and read something witty.

It’s the day before Christmas and Mom is still cleaning,

While on the snow shovel I don’t want to be leaning.

The sun will come out, while I wait in my hovel

And all of that snow, I will not have to shovel.

At 10:30 AM that darn phone gives a ring.

Who is calling so early on that blasted thing?

I jump out of my bed and to the kitchen I rush,

I stumble on the vacuum and a present I crush.

I say “gosh darn”, or “goodness” or something like that.

I struggle to get up and I step on the black cat.

That cat gives a screech and heads for the door,

Putting nice little mud paws all over the floor.

And then come the kids and grandkids galore,

All pushing their way in through the back door.

It’s Christmas Time, I say to myself

As I look at the phone, putting it back on the shelf.

It’s the Day before Christmas for one and for all.

We have dinner together, and all have a ball.

Santa comes down the stairs. His bells all a jungle,

And the little ones insides just start to tingle.

And I look at my family and sit in my chair

And say, “what a family”, none can compare.

The cat and the cleaning, and the dog and the phone

Just don’t make a difference when were all at home.