The lights are on the roof,
The presents are all hid,
Mom’s checking her list twice,
And spending too much quid.
 
Ice shows and recitals,
Parties at the school,
Baby picks the darndest times,
To have to do a stool.
 
Mom’s driving hither nither,
Got too much to do,
Thinks she can get home soon,
And then she sees the queue.
 
Shopped for evergreen,
But simply couldn’t agree,
Accept that 97 bucks,
Is too much for a tree!
 
Need to mail the gifts,
For the folks so far away,
Too late to send them ground,
Gotta pay for Second Day.
 
Had to bake some cookies,
To make some memories,
Ate them all by midnight,
The hell with calories.
 
Haven’t bought the rib eye,
To cook on Christmas day,
But did check out the egg nog,
Now don’t care anyway.
 
It’s the same way every year,
As hectic as can be,
Mom tries to plan ahead,
But still works frantically.
 
The kids are so excited,
“We’ve been good girls and boys!”
“By whose account?” Mom says,
“But it’s not about the toys!”
 
“It’s not about the goodies,
Or trees and blinking lights,
It’s not about the presents,
Delivered in the night.”
 
“It’s an enormous birthday party
Where we all receive,
A beautiful remembrance,
Of the miracle we believe.”
 
“Food, lights, and endless shopping,
For the gift we hope that pleases,
Is really to remember,
The birth of our Lord Jesus.”
 
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