‘Twas three days before Christmas and all though my house
Are signs of the season, everything except the mouse.
Stockings and gifts lay unwrapped on the floor,
Locked from prying eyes behind the bedroom door.
My grandchildren are anxious as the favored holiday draws near,
Wondering what gifts under Nana’s tree will make everyone cheer.
Nestled in my wingback with a cup of hot joe,
I make a quick inventory before time to go.
Off to the store for a present or two,
You can never have too many can you?
My Santa hat donned, I dash out to my ride, away to Walmart for more gifts to hide.
As I make my way through the isles, Santa’s helpers are busy,
Seems I’m not the only one in tissy.
I pick up a doll, some books, and a puzzle,
Don’t forget the gift wrap, and eggnog to later guzzle.
Make my way to the register to pay for the stash, It’s doesn’t matter that I have no cash.
I whip out my debit card, and give it a swipe. It’s better than credit that gets such a hype.
On the way home I notice a chill in the air, it’s the most to expect on a southern night fair.
Away to my house. On Nana, get fixin! Cupcakes, cookies, and pies, start mixin.
It will be close to midnight before you’re all done,
But don’t worry you’ll get to bed before you see the sun.
You may be a little harried, it happens each year,
Of course, you’ll settle down before Christmas Eve draws near.
By then all the stockings will be hung with great care,
And the gifts resting peacefully under the tree there.
I may finally have time for that long winter’s nap,
Knowing the rest is up to St. Nick in his red velvet cap.
My chimney is waiting, though I may not hear his late night call,
I’m hopeful it will be a Merry Christmas to all.