Posted by Amy Peterson | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 28-01-2011
Well, moms. We’re finally here. Christmas is just days away and soon we will be reaping the benefits of all of our hard work and preparations that we made to make this a truly memorable holiday for each of our families. The buying, the wrapping, the decorating, the baking is (hopefully) coming to an end and perhaps we are finally having the opportunity to just sit back and take in the joy and wonder that comes in this remarkable holiday.
That said, this year I decided to give each of you a gift in the form of writing my own rendition of “The Night Before Christmas”. It’s a tribute to moms and the hard work that goes in to making the holidays as special as they are for our families. So grab a cup of coffee or hot cocoa, prop your feet up, and enjoy. To each of you and yours, a very Merry Christmas.
Twas a few days before Christmas and all through the house, it’s the mom who is hustling and bustling, who else?
Baking cookies and wrapping and decorating galore, making preparations that Santa will get all the credit for.
While tucking the children tight in to bed, she scares thoughts of snooping right out of their heads!
And in those days as she craves just a nap, instead she’s in Target getting last minute gift wrap.
Ouside the sidewalk fills up with snow, “When will there be time to shovel?” she woes.
So she shoos the children out to play, praying somehow they will take it away. Perhaps if she tells them a snowman to build, they’ll use the snow on her sidewalks to form it she willed.
With the children all bundled in boots and snowgear, why who should appear but a snowblower and a neighbor she holds dear!
Bundled up from head to toe, he’s here to help out and throw her snow.
So sighing a great sigh of relief, she returns inside to hang a last wreath.
For in days all too short and in the wee hours that draw near, it is Santa who the children hope will come with his reindeer.
No, it’s not mom who they want Christmas day, but the man in the red suit and the gifts on his sleigh.
Yet she forges ahead in all of her work, humming a holiday tune with a smerk.
As while it is Santa who gets all the praise, there is one thing she gets that drives her in all these days.
It’s the joy on her kids faces on Christmas morn, as giftwrap is pulled and wripped and torn.
She’s taught them of giving and generosity to others, and about being kind to your sisters and brothers. She’s brought them to donate a toy for a tot and put money in the red kettle next to the parking lot.
Then on Christmas morn when it appears the last gifts have been unwrapped, a hand made one appears on her lap.
Standing in front of her with eyes all a glow, are her children who give the best gift, they know.
Wrapped up in a hand decorated brown lunch sack, she is certain it’s better than anything in Santa’s sack.
Inside she finds hand made gifts of love, an ornament, a picture frame and little white dove.
And in those moments as she wraps her arms round her kids, comes all the thanks for everything she did.
‘Cuz it’s not about the busy or preparations we make, or all of the goods we try to bake.
No, it’s the love and sharing from those we hold dear, and the ones we love being close and near.
It’s about teaching our kids to give and to share, and how to show others how much they care. And when the sun sets on Christmas day, it’s knowing they’ve been given more then just things in which to play.
That as Santa’s sleigh drives out of sight, everyone truly has a Merry Christmas and good night.