The Week Before Christmas

This entry is a rerun I was thinking of nostalgically. It still captures the way I am feeling the week before Christmas. Please enjoy.

T’was the week before Christmas and all through the house
There were unfinished projects, making me grouse.
Some presents were wrapped with extra good care
But would have to be mailed or they’d never get there.
The visions I’d had of hand written cards
Danced out of my head with other project discards.
My days had been filled with mountains of crap
And all that I wanted was a long winter’s nap.
Christmas used to bring magic with cookie dough batter.
I slumped in my chair and I pondered the matter.
Where had I gone wrong I thought with a hurmph?
I’d better get out of this pre-Christmas slump.
But how to connect with the magic I miss,
And reach for some level of holiday bliss?
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But my four year old son whom I hold very dear.
“Is it time to make cookies?” he asked in a rush.
I squashed my first thought—to tell him to hush.
His bright eyes were eager, “Let’s measure the flour!”
I sighed as I thought, “This’ll take more than an hour.”
Somewhere in the mixing and tasting and mess
I forgot all the things that were bringing me stress.
The happiest parts of the hype I have found
Are intangible treasures that ‘round me abound.
Singing Rudolph at high pitched and multiple squeals,
Not searching for bargains and incredible deals.
Walking at night to view neighborhood lights,
Not checking and planning on pre-Christmas flights.
Christmas is in the eyes of my son.
Mary had the same thought of her Little One.
I share in her joy of this most festive season.
I know hefty hype is the logical reason
I feel overwhelmed with the time tasks demand.
Really there’s only one thing He commands:
“Honor my Son and love Him as yours.
He’s the one Christmas thing to truly adore.
Not sweaters or bikes or trinkets or trees
Just discover my love on your bended knees.”
I’ll hold onto this thought when the floodwaters rise
As I wade through the malls in search of some prize.
For the joy of this season is clasped deep inside.
I’ll smile as I thank Him and carry on with pride.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Posted 12/14/2008 @ 1:38 PM | Weekly Thoughts