The Day Before Christmas by Gerri Brousseau

Twas the day before Christmas, and I'm off to the mall;

To buy one last gift for my old Uncle Paul.

The traffic was horrid, found a space near the door;

And headed on in to my favorite store.

The pickings were slim, the shelves nearly bare;

And I wondered why I had even gone there.

The pushing, the shoving, not one word was kind;

And that was just in the Santa Claus line.

Made my way to the store, through the crowd I did drift;

Each person was grabbing for that last minute gift.

When I finally got home, it had started to snow;

Which gave the white lights on the house such a glow.

Made my way through the door, Uncle's present to stow;

When hubby caught me standing beneath mistletoe.

He gave me a smooch, and a glass of red wine;

I smiled and knew it would all turn out fine.

When the kids went to bed and were finally asleep;

I set out the presents, the pile knee deep.

I sat back and smiled, with no rhyme and no reason;

Knowing it must be the time and the season.

When family and friends all gather 'round;

No warmer a feeling could ever be found.

Our home full of friendship, laughter and love;

Is truly God's greatest gift from above.

So as you hustle through the pace of the season;

Remember all of the important reasons.

We gather together, the memories we're making;

The joy in our hearts, good cheer for the taking.

As you read my poem, with your heads I am messing;

But I wish each of you the exact same blessing.

One wish I would make with all of my might;

A Merry Christmas to all; And to all a good night

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