Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house
Water standing in puddles Mama starting to grouse
Three pipes in the floor had all busted their stuff
Brown shag carpets soggy one would think that’s enough
But the calamities continued for the 12 days of Festivus
While others all celebrated we were drowning, the best of us
The dishwasher exploded hot water on the kitchen floor
Last time for Wet-Dry Vac? No, one tsunami more!
In the back bedroom the last room still dry
Daughter’s waterbed split open and she stared to cry
“Let’s leave this mess!” I shouted and both kids did agree
To forget all our problems we went shopping for a tree
When we dragged in the fir a bit crooked and too tall
Despite attempts to balance it Oh Tannenbaum did fall
Our trio could not prevent that pine tree from crashing
Soon to the nearby ER our sad family was dashing
My firstborn’s broken finger added to our blight
As we collected wet pine needles there erupted a fight
So Son went for a drive to escape all the mire
But shortly sent an SOS to rescue him and a flat tire
“It’s our best Christmas ever!” To the kids I did tell
Knowing in my lying heart Twas the holiday from Hell
I’ll run away from home and retreat from this hole
Beg Santa to fly me back with him to North Pole
But being the Mommy I knew I must stay
Hang up their stockings and await the big day
After Midnight Mass huddled on that bare slab floor
Exchanging gifts of love I could not wish for more!
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Living my personal mission statement, “Each One, Teach One,” my greatest blessing is being the mother of two, grandmother of three and a lifelong educator. A graduate of UF and UNF, I am the former principal of St. Paul’s Catholic School in Jacksonville Beach, Florida and executive director of Tree Hill Nature Center in Jacksonville.
Since retirement my avocation is now my vocation – freelance writing. The technical writing of past professional life evolved into more creative genres of poetry, short fiction and memoir. My goal is to invoke the entire spectrum of human emotions in my reader: longing to laughter, pain to promise, despair to discernment.
