Every Bride Needs Something Blue

Tales Of An Educated Debutante

on life, loss and the joy that rules the day.


 
 
 
 
 




 
The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


‘Twas the week before Christmas

‘Twas the week before Christmas

Tuesday, December 18, 2018 Adrian Wood Comments (0)

 

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Enough shit was strewn to bury a small mouse.
The stockings were slung by the chimney with care,
By a nine year old girl who cried the number of presents unfair.
The children protested going to bed each night,
Until their mother threatened them within an inch of their life.
Dad watching football, as I moved the dang elf,
Under my breath, cursing his lazy self.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I spilled my wine and hollered for someone to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash
Yelled at my husband to get off his lazy ass.
The moon on the breast of the wet pavement below
Gave a shiny lustre to the discarded bikes that had been strewn.
When, what should appear to my tired eyes,
But my plastic nativity, set up by family as a lovely surprise.
With a camel and lamb added to the scene
I felt guilty instantly, for being so mean.
The wind has blown them into a noisy pile
And then, in a twinkling, my frown was a smile.

 

Comments
Post has no comments.
Comment Policy
Thank you for your respectful, friendly, on-topic comments! I LOVE THEM. Because I want My tales to be encourage a positive environment for my readers, my family, and myself, I have and will remove offensive, inappropriate, or generally rude comments. I abide by proper Southern etiquette.

Post a Comment




Captcha Image

Connect With Me

Never Miss A Tale

PR Welcome

Recent Posts

Tags

Tales I Envy

Past Tales

Never Miss A Tale

Sign up today to receive new post notifcations. And don't worry, you have not sold your soul to me! You can unsubscribe at any time.