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Two nights before Christmas…

Twas two nights before Christmas, when all through the house

every child was vomiting, and sick in their tummies.

The stockings were packed in the suitcase with care,

In hopes to hang them at Grandma’s, if we ever get there.

The children were sprawled on the floor or the couch,

upon plastic sheets while fevered dreams danced in their heads.

And mamma in her ‘pj’s, and I in mine,

Had acquiescent our brains for another long restless night.

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the curtains and looked out aghast.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my tired eyes should appear,

But a Bobcat plowing snow, keeping awake young ears.

With an insane driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be some Dick.

More rapid than eagles he spins and he twirls,

Scraping his blade across the ground and my frayed nerves!

The neighbours were playing some late night tunes,

As they smoke and drank and howled at the moon

I closed the curtains and returned to the dark of the room,

Straining to hear the ill children in the next room.

The children were grumpy and so were we,

With vomit buckets at the ready we waited in turns

A burp or a hiccup is a telling sign,   

That things would get messy all too soon.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on TV

the sounds of some movie or kids show refrain.

As I made my way back to the living room, and was turning around,

The annoying sound of Toopy & Binoo began to abound.

It was some Christmas special with a Big Bad Wolf,

Too bad it’s third time we’ve seen it today.

Shows seem to keep the children’s minds of their icks,

it is very sad that we can lip-sync the story anyway.

Their eyes-seem so sunken! So tired their stares!

Their cheeks are so clammy, their skin so pale!

Their droll little mouths were drawn up like a bow,

Their heads hang limp over their puke bowls.

Their hair is pulled up in a ponytails,

too keep it out of the way.

They eat in small spurts, each time a worry.

Children so sick that they can’t keep down a bowlful of jelly!

Still sick as they are they have moments of cute,

And I laugh now and then, in spite of myself!

A rub of my eyes and a shake of my head,

Soon gave me a thought that we had nothing to dread.

Kids will get sick as all of us know,

Unfortunately the timing sure sucks as we know.

And so the stomach bugs are ruining our Christmas,  

So we give medications and try to get lots of rest.

Some Gravol, some Advil which we bought in a plenty.

As we trudge to our beds, in hope of an uneventful night

We say to our family and friends in case this bug goes on,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

  1. Nel
    December 23, 2012 at 7:52 PM

    Love it!!!

  2. December 24, 2012 at 11:51 AM

    I should have spent more time rhyming…

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