T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
I was enjoying my favorite Christmas movie, Die Hard on the couch.
Sipping my spiked eggnog from my Santa Clause cup,
looking forward to Lethal Weapon which I’m sure was next up.
Our children weren’t nestled or snug in their beds,
Both were in there rooms, headphones on their heads.
One was actively gaming, shooting enemies in the head,
the other on her iPad watching 1Direction videos instead.
When from the guest bathroom there arose such a clatter,
it was Elizabeth noticing we had not cleaned the latter,
She was asking the ceiling very loudly indeed,
why no one had performed this important great deed.
See tomorrow is Christmas and we were hosting the show,
her family is coming with nieces, nephews and friends in tow.
She rushed to the living room and stood in front of the TV,
waiting impatiently for an answer from me.
Clearing my throat, I set my Santa cup down,
this was a bad situation that had caused her to frown.
Frustrated by no answer, she placed her hands on her hips,
then leaned forward so a whisper could escape from her lips.
“You promised you’d mount that towel bar really quick,
it’d better get done, or I’ll be worse than St Nick.”
Then away to the kitchen, she flew like a flash
and tore open the cabinet to find her cleaning stash.
She whistled and shouted and called us by name,
dispensing cleaning materials as soon as we came.
Now Emma! Now Gilberto! Now, Joaquin!
On, Comet! On, Sponges, scrub, srucb, clean, clean!
We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work,
then I mounted the towel bar which I tested with a jerk.
With a wink of her eye and a twist of her head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Hosting a family gathering can sometimes be stressful,
but seeing everyone’s faces is oh so delightful!
Of course you know that this story is not all quite right,
But “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”