'Twas the Night Before Christmas in Our House...

The Night Before Christmas Poem: At Our House

We wish you a Merry Christmas! Hope you all have a Christmas Eve filled with warm memories and  stockings full of happiness. Here are a few photos from around our new house (old farm houseand a poem about our night before Christmas. 

We'll celebrate with a Christmas Eve children's service and then our older children and close family friends will stop by on the eve of Jesus birth for a gift exchange. Christmas day, we'll make the trek over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house. Enjoy!

Stockings hung by the piano with care.

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
every creature was stirring except for the mouse.

The stockings drooped from the piano with flair,
hanging onto their reindeer hooks with special care.

Droopy stockings on heirloom piano.

The children wrestled each other banging heads,
while double vision sent them straight to their beds.

Snowy day play! We were blessed with a white Christmas.

A

nd, Mom with her nurturing and Dad with his crap
Tried to settle us down with Angry Bird Apps.

When from the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I stopped playing to see what was the matter.

Snowy Christmas Village courtesy of my Grandmother.

My small sister shot past me like dynamite
Knocking me into the wall causing a fight

Shattered glass and spilled milk were on the clean floor
And crumbs fell from kitty's mouth as he cried for more.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear ~

Oops, Grandma got tun over by a reindeer.

Waving his finger in the air, a red suited man
stood in a fog standing next to the trash can.

With his furrowed white eyebrows and crumpled red nose
I knew in an instant it must be St. Nick.

More rapid ranting than Mommy's his reprimands came
And he pointed and shouted and called us by name.

Now Jake, now Mayhem, now Tigger please listen...

Santa and the Misses.

Why aren't you sleeping? Are those bumps on your head? March up those stairs and climb into your warm beds.

A tiny tornado erupted inside

lifting the cat's mess and tossing it aside.

My heirloom talking tree courtesy of my Grandfather. 
He sings and scares!

So, up to our bedrooms sister and I flew
with thoughts of toys and fears of Santa too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the wall
the kneading and pawing of each little claw.

As, I covered my eyes listening to the sound
up the stairs my bad kitty lept with a bound.

An heirloom "robot" Santa.

Santa cleared his throat and his belly it rumbled
He tripped on the cat and on the floor he tumbled.

The bundle of toys he had flung on his back
flew out onto the floor emptying his red sack

Santa Claus?

I s

nuck out to spy on old Mr. Kringle
His cheeks were flushed and his smile had lost its jingle

He surveyed the damage and gritted his teeth
And the cat, it encircled his feet like a wreath.

Santa Bunny got covered in snow.
Hey, at least it's not a duck.

Covering my face and trying not to laugh
I saw St. Nicholas twitch his nose at my cat.

He flew up landing next to the Elf on the Shelf.
And I laughed when I saw it inspite of myself.

Infamous heirloom Elf on the Shelf.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon led me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
collecting the toys then he turned with a jerk.

And laying his hand under the kitty's back
he scooped it up giving its head a light pat.

Heirloom elf ousting the angel.

Shaking from side to side he gave a little laugh
And said, "Listen naughty cat, it's time you had a bath.

Instead of punishment, he handed me the cat
At least without our cookies he's a little less fat.

Grandma recovered from her reindeer incident.

And I heard him exclaim as he disappeared from sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to me... 

A cat-free night!


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