Twas the Night Before a Mother’s Christmas

A few years ago I was tasked with writing something for the Christmas meeting our local MOPS was having. I tossed around a lot of ideas, and thought of various skits and dialogues, but nothing felt right. I just couldn’t get Twas the Night Before Christmas out of my head, and I kept catching myself rewriting the famous verses. I finally gave in, and this was the result. This has never been shared with anyone outside of that meeting, but I thought it seemed a fitting time for it to make it’s public debut! So without further ado:

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was stirring even the mouse.
The stockings weren’t yet hung by the chimney with care,
Because mommy had been too tired to do it this year.
The children weren’t nestled all snug in their beds,
Mommy was refraining from yelling “off with their heads!”

Daddy was assembling toys and trying not to snap,
While Mommy was wishing she could have taken a nap,
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
Mommy ran down the stairs to see what was the matter.
Tripping on the last step she went down like a flash,
And landed on her bottom with a rather loud crash.
She lay there in shock, muttering “ow” and “oh no”
When a little voice above her exclaimed “Uh Oh!”

What to her watering eyes did appear,
But a guilty looking two year old, with a chocolate smear.
With a groan and a heave, not moving too quick,
She rose to her feet, while the child gave a sniff.
Down the hallway she went, to the kitchen with fear,
An idea of what happened becoming quite clear.

Upon opening the door, she discovered a sight,
All the things she had prepared on this long winter’s night,
Everything was disturbed, in a state of upheaval,
Wide mouthed she stared, hoping this wasn’t real.
Christmas turkey, freshly prepped, was down on the floor,
Place settings, candles, everywhere there was more.
Chocolate pie on the cupboards, cookies broken on the ground,
A clean surface anywhere was not to be found.

Chaos abounding, she stood there in shock,
Listening to the chimes sound the late hour on the clock.
No more time to repair, what had been undone,
Nothing to do tomorrow but apologize to everyone.
Christmas was ruined, there was no magic here,
On Mommy’s tired face, there fell a tiny tear.

Suddenly from outside there came a shout of joy,
Daddy appeared, with every properly assembled toy.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Slightly disheveled, his hat falling to the side,
Mounds of confusing instructions he had clearly defied.
The beard on his chin was covered in snow,
But not a sign of weariness did he show.
Standing there with the bag, so clearly proud of himself,
She laughed when she saw him in spite of herself.

A wink of her eye, and a pat on the head,
Assured the two year old there was nothing to dread.
Mommy cleaned up the mess with a determined air,
Letting Christmas be ruined just wouldn’t be fair.
Turkey picked up, ruined pies thrown away,
And the sleepy little two year old sent on his way.
Her beautiful dream of Christmas, she had to let go,
Things wouldn’t be perfect, but no one would know.

While Daddy piled the presents under the tree,
Mommy put the finishing touches on the nativity.
Such a simple reminder, the original reason,
Of why we celebrate this whole Christmas season.
A night that happened so many years ago,
When another Mommy’s child had a mind of their own.
To chaos he was born, to chaos he had come,
To save the world, He was God’s own son.

At that moment she didn’t care that her dream fell apart,
She was happier to feel the peace in her heart.
Nothing else left to do, it was time to find rest,
Tomorrow she knew her patience would again be put to the test.
But, just before she turned out the light,
She whispered, “Thank you Jesus for coming, Merry Christmas, and good night.”

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