Twas the Saturday Before Christmas

A silly little reminder not to take yourself, or the secular spin of the holidays too seriously. :)

Twas the Saturday before Christmas

And all through the house

I’d done the cleaning to prepare

the arrival of the parents of my spouse.

Our packages were bundled

Our lights twinkled merry

I made mama’s cheeseball

So good it was scary.

I was quite nervous

To play the host

For Christmas to be perfect

I wanted to boast.

I hustled, I bustled

But my husband said stop

We are with our family

How could it flop?

And in the blink of an eye

I had nothing to dread

For in came the family

With cheer to be spread.

So, I in my red and black

Buffalo plaid pants

Tried to sit back

As they entered the manse.

On Auntie, on Uncle

Grams and Papa they came

With presents and goodies

All wrapped with our names.

We scarfed down the food

Opened gifts with elation.

Then filling the lull,

To quote Christmas Vacation,

My dear brother-in-law said,

“Stop it, Clark!

I don’t want to spend the holidays dead!”

LTM  12/22/24