‘Twas the day before Christmas, sometime after 4,
Not a snowflake was sighted, through window or door.
The turkey was roasting, and drippings with goo,
as poor puppies waited to go for a poo.
The kids were XBoxing and shouting at bots,
Potatoes were peeled and headed to pot.
With Mother a-tubbing, and I in my chair,
The tree lights sat glowing, with nary a care.
When out on the lawn there came not a sound,
no howling, no thunder, there was no one around.
The sky was a pasty white-grey shadowed thing
That last one got away from me, but it had a nice ring.
I glanced through the pane, and then – pain in the groin!
from the boney and one-tooth-less fruit of my loin.
You see kids are oblivious to their feets and each hand,
To what they are doing and where they will stand.
It’s noisy, it’s crazy, they’re smelly but sweet.
These kids make the moments of living a treat.
We do a good job, their mother and I,
of raising these rugrats from low to up high.
They’re happy, and healthy, and most are well-read,
they are all fairly sociable, though none make their bed.
Each one is a treasure, a rare work of art,
And yes they’ll still giggle at the sound of a fart.
So as we tuck in for our holiday fun,
remember these moments, savour each one.
It’s Yule Time, it’s Christmas and Festivus too,
and tomorrow, of course….
THERE’S NEW DOCTOR WHO!!!!!
Merry Christmas 2014 to all of you, from all of us.