Thursday, December 11, 2008

Twas...

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.
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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.

15 comments:

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this post!!! Thanks for sharing!

Mrs. Nurse Boy

Adams Family said...

It is amazing to me how you and Cathy can pull the humor and love into poetry soooo well.

Snarr mama said...

So sweet and funny all in one post! You're great! :)

mandi said...

Wow - that was awesome! I loved it!

3 Bay B Chicks said...

This is bar none the absolute best Christmas post I have read. I could never achieve such blogging perfection! :)

I bookmarked the post so that I might return to it throughout the holiday season. Thanks for spreading such great Christmas joy.

-Francesca

MBLL said...

That was so much fun. However, I have found that when I slow down, especially to enjoy my little ones I fall asleep.

Suey said...

Perfect.

Octamom said...

This is so precious! Love that sweet boy, bringing the Christmas story on home!!

Blessings!

in time out said...

boy mom, thanks. i cant read because my tears have made seeing impossible, but i did squint to read the comment you left me just now, and it was SO NICE. thank you. i will find comfort in your words, and wanted you to know that they meant alot to me tonight. thanks ♥

i will come back to read this post, and others, when my eyes are working. night night.,..

Mummy McTavish said...

Awwwwww. I cant do poetry, it's no wonder Lion is having trouble learning waht a rhyme is. What a cutie peeking out!

Life With All Boys said...

That was GREAT! Put a smile on my face and tears in my eyes.

Valerie aka Mamalovelock said...

So good!! I loved it!!! Good job!!

I am working on one about sickness, but I am taking too long.

Homeschool party isn't until this coming week. Hopefully it will go well.

da Bergs said...

SEVEN boys! Holy Freaking Cow!!! I thought my FIVE were a lot!!! How fun!!! Congrats, being a mom of boys is great fun!!! Although, I am here to tell you it IS fun getting those sweet daughters in law... so, hang on, have fun, and enjoy the ride!!!

I love your blog! It is so cute!!! I am glad to make a new friend!!!

Rick said...

That took a lot of time and creative effort. Very good.

Supercool Hotmama said...

Ok. You rock. I'm afraid I'm not worthy to be your blogfriend. That poem made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes.

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