Twas two weeks before Christmas when all through the abode
were lists and messes and stress overload.
Decorations were hung out of boxes, and strewn,
projects were stacked up in nearly each room.
The children had concerts, with choir and band
to which they needed hauling all over the land.
Boy Mom in her bathrobe, Adorable Hubby in a stew,
were shopping and planning for their boy crew.
When out in the street there arose such a scuffle,
we sprang to the door, boy cussing to muffle.
Out on to the driveway we ran with a yell
screaming boys you mustn't say sh**, Da** and He**.
The sun on the yard grass, yellow and dead,
lighted our neighbors shaking their heads.
When what from our postal mans' bag should spill,
but a very large handful of credit card bills.
Then Adorable Hubby using his brain,
whistled and shouted called each boy by name.
Now Jacob! now Joshua! Jeremiah! and Benjamin!
now Isaac! now Joseph! now Adam! who's that one.
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
now hang all the Christmas Lights! Nobody fall.
We returned to the house and heard on the roof,
the stomping and thumping of many boy hoofs.
I went to the kitchen to think about cooking
when a sound from the living room had me a looking.
A sweet dimpled boy, peeking out of the clutter,
said simply, "Hi Momma" but it made my heart flutter.
His pants were on backwards, his face was all smeary,
what he held in his hands made my grown-up eyes teary.
Twas a babe in a manger, and he'd made a crude stable,
with sticks and some cardboard, the best he was able.
Quiet peace filled my heart in all these preparations,
for Christmas is children and Christ and salvation.
Take a break in your rushing and all you must do,
for a moment of joy from boy home to you.