A Mom’s Night Before Christmas

'A Mom’s Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
every creature was stirring, while the kids began to grouse.
The stockings were not hung, there was stuff everywhere;
and mom was freaking out because the guests were almost there.

The table wasn’t set, and the dishes weren’t done.
Her horrible flu’d kept her from taking care of everyone.
But now that she had good meds on board,
she was seeing for the first time the creation by her hoard.

Clean laundry piled high on the living room floor;
unceremoniously dumped were blankets and shoes and more.
One child played video games, while another screamed, “I want a turn!”
That’s when Mom saw the toilet was stopped up, and noticed the ham had started to burn.

Mom cried, “Fifteen guests on their way for a special night here,
and my hubby ran to the store because we were all out of beer!
I have cheese but no crackers, so hors d’oeuvres are a fail.
I’ve got nothing to wear and I feel so pale.”

So she in her nausea gave her forehead a slap,
and sunk into a chair and wished for a nap.

“My toilet’s overflowing, those kids are shouting a lot.
My ham’s crispier than bacon and the puppy just made that wet spot.”
Poor mom’s frustration was mounting almost fast as her fear;
so that’s when mom stopped her whining and slipped into high gear.

“Hey Walter! Hey Perry!” she shouted right quick.
“I need your help! And you, too, Lilah and Nick!”
She then set off marching her small soldiers about
and before she knew it, things changed inside out.

The laundry was hidden in the her bedroom upstairs,
and the toys and shoes were scooped up and stuffed about somewheres

Lilah and Nick then helped set the table,
while the toilet was unstopped by Audrey and Mable.
Walter and Perry washed the dishes with glee
while mom slunk to the floor, scrubbing up puppy wee.

Soon the house, now shining and clean,
was “good enough for guests”-- so far as mom could gleen.
She ran to her room as the doorbell rang,
and threw off her robe with some muttered slang.

In two shakes she was dressed and then answered the door,
when up walked her hubby followed by three people more.
“There you are, darling!” She smiled, “did you get more beer?”
“That, and some crackers-- have them both right here.”

Hubby sprang into the house, and gave quite a whistle.
“This place looks great– no longer been hit by a missile.
You were so sick, I thought we’d cancel this party.
How’d you pull it together? You are such a smarty!”

Mom smiled sweetly, and kicked a stray sock out of sight
“A Merry Christmas surprise. Let’s have a fun night.”