Monday, December 21, 2009

My Night Before Christmas tale...abridged version

Twas the week of Christmas and all through the house, the kids were still fighting like two rabid mouse (Work with me, ok?!)

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes of a big snow storm that missed us, how dare!

The children were nestled, all snug on the couch, begging for popcorn, and candy and such.

Mama in her PJs and Dad in his sweats, had found out the Falcons had just beat the Jets (go Pats!)

When out on the lawn there arose such a quake, the girls from next door must be home for school break.

Away from the couch I flew like a flash, tore open the chips and settled down with a dash. The TV glowed like a new fallen snow, but there was still nothing on it that we wanted to know.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Rob Thomas on TNT in some odd looking gear. With a star-studded tribute to Christmas on hand, I knew in a moment I'd be hearing a band!

More rapid than eagles my snackies they came, and I laughed and I cried when I called them by name:

"Now potato chips, Now cupcakes, Now Reeses and cheese! On crackers! On Veggie Dip! On Rice Krispies Treats! To the top of my tongue, to the pit of my stomach. Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my gut all the grumbling and stirring of each little nut. As I drew up my hand and was turning around, more treats and goodies is what I soon found.

I was dressed in my stretch pants, from my head to my foot, and I know all that food I could easily put,

In my stomach, down my throat, in my belly with glee. But I had to stop quickly before it fattened me.

So I stepped away slowly and made a big sigh,

"Merry Christmas to all and to all a sugar high!"

2 comments:

Sarahviz said...

I love this! And oh, so true.

(How did you manage to escape the snow's wrath? We have about 15 inches!)

Fairly Odd Mother said...

You are too much! This is great. And, don't worry---I'll be jealously hearing about all your snowfall totals when we are getting 3" here and there. For now, I gloat.