It’s the night before Christmas, and all through my place; The pets are in hiding, afraid of the chase.

The tree is all made up, and lights are aglow; the cars all are dusted in thick, icy snow.

The children are crazy and bouncing off walls; Excited that grandfolks and cousins will call.

With Mom on her Kobo, and me on my phone, the seasonal flicks play on like a drone.

When out on the lawn there rose such a din, that as I tried to stand up, I smashed in my shin.

The boys walking dogs were hooting and nuts, as I hobbled to get them and to kick their butts.

Im sure it was funny, me limping and red. But I swear, one more outburst would be the last thread.

They’re all silly. Obnoxious. Frustrating and sweet. And upon each occasion. They drive me to weep.

But soon it will pass us, and a new year will start. And they’ll all be older, and it breaks my heart.

So wherever you are, this evening,
my best. Cherish your loved ones, despite the unrest.

For as the night draws, ever closer to nigh, remember these good times, and remember the why.

Its Christmas, for Pete’s sake. Its Number #1!!

So hurry up, dammit!! Hurry up and have fun!!

BTW:

Die Hard: Best Christmas Movie Ever!!

Merry Christmas.