Now presenting the reason I am not a poet! ‘Twas Two Weeks Before Christmas

and each of The Huckablogs were anticipating its arrival,

when just a few days before they’d worried about their survival.

They all had been sick; yet they festively pressed on,

determined to decorate everything from the den to the lawn.

Even with bronchitis The Husband strung the lights

While I  was out on the drive making sure they looked right.

The LED’s, how they twinkled, as we strived to go green.

They used much less power yet cast a bright sheen.

With little talent for sewing, but a project most grand,

I prayed as I sewed I’d not lose my right hand.

For our church pageant costumes were in demand

for five of the cutest you ever saw lambs.

For hours I cut and I stitched with no sleep

to make woolly vests for  five little sheep.

I finished the vests then suddenly  recalled–

they’d need sheep ears too…bed was further forestalled.

Four lambs looked pure in their fuzzy white frocks.

While my kid? He was the black sheep of the flock.

With his ears sewn on to his winter cap, he did not sing at all

But wandered about and  nearly caused candles to fall!

A quick save by a mommy kept him from the flames,

but the situation was so dire I needed Lexapro for my brain.

On came my dad as a king in his gold ribbon crown,

He knew most of his lines and even managed to not frown.

The play was a smash, now for Christmas what’s next?

Some presents would be nice, but not if bought with hot checks!

Some consulting work came through just at the right time,

and now the bank account held slightly more than a dime.

After some planning, I shopped and wrapped by myself,

leaving not one Toy Story trinket on the shelf.

But now it was done, and it was time to enjoy!

First, came a visit from Dr. Ang and her boy,

then came the parties, the parades and the dinners

even those cheesy games which had us as the winners!

This is why I love Christmas, its all of the fun-

The smiles and the hugs, with no more chores to be done!

Of course we had to visit Santa and sit on his lap.

That did not go well, for The Son had no nap.

He pouted, he cried, even stuck out his tongue,

just generally acted like he was really quite young.

Santa was patient and finally coaxed a slight smile,

and even chatted with my stubborn kid for a while.

Sorry dear internet my blog has been boring,

but life must be lived and spare time was spent snoring.

So as the year of 2009 draws to a close,

expect no more posts, of rhymes or of prose.

I will be much too  busy celebrating the birth

of God in the flesh as he was here on the Earth.

Merry Christmas from The Huckablog and all of us here,

I promise to post minimal bad rhyming next year.

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