Sandy Slaga

‘Twas a night in December, and all through the house
not a body was stirring, not even my spouse.
School uniforms were lost in the house without care
in hopes that Christmas break soon would be there.

The Teenagers were grudgingly prone in their beds
while visions of homework invaded their heads.
And hub in his boxers and I with my wine
had just settled in and were feeling just fine.

When down in the kitchen there came such commotion,
the mom in me bolted with a single swift motion.
On down the stairs I flew in a blaze
then stopped - half-asleep, still in a daze.

The bulb on the stove shed just enough light
to illuminate the setting now clearly in sight.
When what to my misty eyes did appear?
Two toddlers in pjs, grins ear to ear!

With sippy cups of oj and blankies in hand
they whispered and giggled, then away they both ran.
But sure like the sunrise the bickering appeared
and they whined and they shouted, then taunted and jeered:

“No, Hannah! No, Caleb!” Now push, shove and pinch -
“Stop, Caleb! Mine, Hannah!” Neither one gave an inch.
To the top of the couch, to the top of the chair!
More shouting, more whining! And pulling of hair!

Then almost as quickly as the bick’ring had commenced
the chaos subsided, their voices less tense.
As I peered ‘round the corner to take just a peek,
they were cuddled and quiet, peaceful and meek.

The alarm broke the silence, the coffee is on,
All the noise in the kitchen soon will be gone.
My son now a senior, off to college next year,
His sister, a junior; It’s becoming quite clear.

In Christmases future we may be apart,
and those Christmases past take a piece of my heart,
So I’ll live in the moments we’re given this year
And cherish the gift of my babes being near.

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