Poetry: Twas the Week Before Christmas by Stephanie Ayers
Today, I’m sharing a twist I wrote on the old “Twas the Night Before Christmas.” My daughter is older now, but her younger sibling is just starting these things, so it still has a ring of truth to it. Besides, it’s a funny and totally appropriate poem for the holiday. Without further ado, I bring you “Twas the Week Before Christmas.”
Twas the Week Before Christmas
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
The children were rumbling and tumbling about.
One by one they were duct taped to the chimney with care
With high hopes that Santa has some patience to share.
Daddy out cabbing, and I with some wine
Had just settled down with a good story line
When out from the hallway there arose such a muck
I ran up the stairs and it was just my luck
When what to my bewildered eyes I find
My daughter simply going out of her mind.
One by one, the presents she shook
Her eyes slanting and staring and giving a look
With glistening presents lying here and there
She shrieked “Where is mine? It isn’t fair!
All these gifts under the Christmas tree,
Tell me, why, oh why, isn’t there one for me?”
Her eyes how they crinkled, her lips such a pout
A tantrum was coming, oh yes, no doubt.
The whole house shook as she screamed out my name
My joints, how they popped and crackled in pain
I wrestled down that preteenage angst
So much like a toddler with ants in her pants
“Relax my dear child,” I say with concern
“You’ve still got time from the naughty to nice list to turn.
Be nice to your brother and stop screaming at me
And you might just get that Playstation 3!”
Her shock she swallowed in cheer-filled delight
As she muttered softly to herself, “I’m tired, goodnight.”
As to her bed like a racecar she flies
I opened my window and let out a cry
With all of my might, I gave a great shout of good cheer
“Merry Christmas to all and a very Happy New Year!”