Twas the first night of the new year and all through the house,
Stacks of Christmas returns mounted high including a much too small blouse.
All the stockings were packed in their boxes with care
With hopes that the spring cleaning fairy soon would be there.
The children ran wild, bouncing high off their beds
All of the sugarplums had rushed right to their heads.
Me in my jammies and Dad in his sweats
Sat stressed at the table, calculating our debts.
When from the back bedroom their arose such a clatter
We sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the bedroom we flew in a hurry,
Tore open the door and stood there with worry.
The room was all scattered with toys new and old,
Left no room to explain what our eyes did behold.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But our children laughing and playing without a single tear.
With all of the sharing and caring we got such a kick,
I knew in a moment, they must be sick!
Crazy it was, the friends they became,
I had no need to shout or call their middle names.
Their eyes, how they twinkled, their dimples, how sweet
Their cheeks red from laughing, the sounds couldn’t be beat.
My mouth hanging open turned from frown to smile,
Every frustrating moment was suddenly all worth the while.
We sprang back to the table, and just sat their smiling
We thought back to all the trouble, the heartache, the whining,
Neither one of us spoke too afraid to disrupt,
The joy we had found that no mess or debt could interrupt.
As we listened to the laughter, my hand he caressed,
Dad said, “Happy new year, my love, my how we are blessed.”
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