with Fireplace quilt, Christmas tree skirt, and stocking ornaments made by Pat.

A Christmas Poem

©2007. Patricia Cummings, Concord, NH

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the manse,
the urchins were awaiting a man of expanse.
The stockings were hung with diligent care,
in hopes that the Gentleman, soon would appear.

Stevie was sleeping alone in his bed,
while Jackie laid, bug-eyed, hearing the tread
of reindeer and Santa, near the chimney they strode,
making dear Jackie run for the commode!

The mayhem on the roof was clearly proof certain.
Running to the window, Jackie drew back the curtain.
Alas, the old man made a quick get-away,
leaving Jackie to wonder, to hope, and to pray.

Did Santa leave presents or a black lump of coal?
To check this situation, could result in a scold.
For Mother and Father snoozed peacefully now.
To disturb their slumber could result in a row.

But he crept down the stairs, with nary a sound.
And, indeed, did see presents, strewn all around.
In the morning, over breakfast, he told his yearly yarn,
to complement the other story of the wee, lowly bairn.

Born in a manger, no room at the inn,
Come to save sinners from God-awful sin,
Redeemer and Savior, Emmanuel, too,
The Christmas tradition, ever old, ever new.

This poem is inspired by the antics of my oldest brother, Jack, who loved presents and did, indeed, report hearing Santa on the roof, each year. Anything is possible when we BELIEVE, and whether you call him St. Nicholas, Kris Kringle, or Santa Claus, “he” is the embodiment of the Christmas spirit. Please save a cookie or two for him, will you? And, while you’re at it, please set aside a carrot or an apple for each of the reindeer!

Blessings to you, this Yuletide, and peace, prosperity, and good health to everyone in the coming year.

Patricia and James Cummings

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