Created by my husband's spouse
Is Christmas time inside our house.

Floors are scrubbed and windows, shiny.
Lights are strung, mantle, piny.

Nineteen dozen cookies baked.
Ice is cicled, snow is flaked.

Christmas cards are signed and posted.
Eggnog chilled and chestnuts roasted.

Letters, to the north pole, sent.
Counting daily through Advent.


I bought the gifts and wrapped them all;
Got pics with Santa at the mall.

Clothes for church are pressed and hung;
Salvation army bell was rung;

Dropped off all the Toys for Tots;
Peace and love in prayers and thoughts;

The stockings hung and tree is trimmed;
The kids are sleeping, lights are dimmed.

I place the gifts around the tree,
And fill the stockings silently.

I eat the cookies, milk I chug,
And climb into my bed all snug.

It's now my time, it's the best!
I finally get to have a rest.

Right now, my bed's my favorite place.
I sleep with smile upon my face.

Now it's up to Ole Saint Nick...
At least until the 26th!