My adaptation of the famous poem, by Clement Clarke Moore
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the net,
Were the ‘tip-tap’ of keys from people in debt.
The Bible was placed on the mantle with care,
Knowing full well that Christ would be there.
The town was abustle the cars to and fro,
With last-minute shoppers on the sidewalk below.
Dad with his iPhone and me with iPad,
Were making a list of the blessings we had.
When from the next room there arose such a splatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Over some Lego and through a clothes pile,
I arrived at the crib where I witnessed a smile.
The light from the moon cast a glow on the bed,
Where tossled curls encircled his head.
His diaper was full but he didn’t mind,
Mommy was there to change his behind.
More rapid than eagles I scooped up the child,
Tickled his tummy while he giggled and smiled.
Out for the night I laid him back down,
Slipped back to my room barely making a sound.
I looked over at Dad my heart full of joy,
Love is greater than a shiny new toy.
His eyes how they twinkle, his smile how warm,
His arms strong and ready to shield me from harm.
God in His wisdom gave woman to man,
A Christ-Centered marriage, all part of the plan.
This Christmas I’m wise not to forget,
That love is the greatest gift one can get.
You are loved by an almighty God,
Darlene Schacht, The Time-Warp Wife