• Twas the morning of Christmas, and all throught the house.

    No one was resting, excpept for the mouse.

    Mom was out, finishing last minute shops.

    Aunt and Uncle were cleaning, and watching Old Pops.

    Brother and sister and sweet little me

    were busy hanging stockings and tidying the tree.

    A joyous Christmas carol blazed through the room,

    but instead of Yuletide, it only brought gloom.

    The clock struck four, a deafening sound,

    and from the loud hustle-bustle, there was silence abound.

    Visitors would be showing, any minute now,

    and if decor wasn't comple, Mom would have a cow!

    Dad enters the room, fear on his face,

    "Where is your mother...and the Christmas lace?!"

    We all shook our heads, not sure what to say,

    but if we didn't find Mom, our guests would pay.

    Finally, the door burst, a figure with a sack.

    I thought for a moment it was Santa with a pack.

    Turned out to be Mom, a bag of gifts at side,

    and a look of awe spread on her face as she eyed.

    She smiled at us all, and tears fell down her cheeks.

    The touching moment allowed me to feel the best in weeks.

    Christmas went off without a hitch, as easy as Christmas can be,

    and the family celebrated as Christmas should be.