‘Twas the half-day before Christmas, because we’d all slept in. Outside it was icky, and chilly with wind.
The oldest was back east, with his wee family growing, while we’d legged it westbound, no choice in the going.
With Mum in her new-do, and Me caffeinating, the kiddos are at various stages of waking.
The cat is a’-prowling, like a leader so glorious, leaving for us, her remnants so odorous.
Ensconced in our new digs, its old bones protecting, we’d planned for the shut in no one was selecting.
Laundry is launder-ing, there’s lunch ’round the bend. Most keepings of house is nearing the end.
There’s eggnog, and boxes and various things, to keep us all busy til the fat sleigh bell rings.
Our usual festivities ahead of us lie, potatoed together as Hans Gruber flies.
With all that has happened, from early til now, we timidly watch the days counting down.
The horizon is littered with hopeful good stuff, and all we can do now is push past the rough.
So gather together, but separate, let’s say. And celebrate as we do. For This Is The Way.
From our house, to your house, we wish you good cheer. Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year.