Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the city,
No one was out,
Because the weather was sh%#tty.

The last minute gifts,
were scoffed up and bought,
hoping to be the best present,
Any one's ever got.

The tree was lit,
With bulbs and bright colors,
And Mom's snuggled up tight,
Underneath her bed covers.

She's hiding away,
Holding the covers up tight,
Waiting for the boys
To wake her up at first light.

They will open their gifts,
Leave the place in a wreck,
She will wade through the wreckage,
-N- not break her neck.

There's and arsenal of Nerf,
And technological gadgets,
NFL paraphernalia,
and cards for making magic.

Their faces will light up,
And hugs will abound,
From behind mugs of cocoa,
Warm smiles will be found.

She will sit in her quiet,
Amongst the squeals of delight,
And marvel at the wonder,
that comes from the sight.

Because this Christmas she's found,
The best gift of all,
And while unexpected,
It does not make it less small.

Her gift is peace of mind,
knowing they are safe and secure,
that they are happy and loved,
and that they will never need more.

Their life is now a constant,
A path of their choosing,
A path of adventures,
Not just winning or losing.

Her true gift is just watching,
Them grow into young men,
Her privilege of loving them,
Forever,
Amen.