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‘Twas The Week Before Christmas…

‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house,

Everything was scurrying. Why, we even drove out that mouse!

Our clothing was packed in boxes with care,

In hopes that the moving truck would soon be here.

Not a jingle or a jangle or an ornament could be found.

Somewhere they were buried among the boxes that abound.

There’s furniture to buy and curtains to be hung.

No time for wrapping or Christmas carols to be sung.

There were no plans for decorating or baking, it’s true.

And while the timing seems off, it’s just what we have to do.

We’re moving that’s right, in the HEIGHT of the Holiday season.

But amidst all of this craziness, thankfully, came the quiet voice of reason.

It was born from a terrible, awful, worry.

And came to me through the words of an innocent ten-year old’s query.

“Mommy?” she whispered, as I tucked her into bed.

Lifting herself slightly and tilting her head.

“Will we have a tree this year?”

I paused and thought, ‘Oh my, Oh dear.’

Will Santa find us, in our new home, is more likely this little girl’s fear.

I had to catch my breath and hold back a tear.

I was so unprepared for her question, that it gave me a start.

Like an arrow that came rushing through, piercing me, in the middle of my heart.

There were no visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.

Thoughts of setting up cable and internet were swimming with the fact that I have no bed.

Why I haven’t had any time to entertain thoughts of the man in red.

I looked at her face wide-eyed with wonder.

How could I omit this and create such a blunder?

My girl is always so brave — wise, even bold.

I forget sometimes that she’s really not that old.

It was in that moment, I realized the importance of this.

A reminder that Christmas is something we-just-can-not miss.

So, I smiled the most reassuring smile I could muster.

Desperately trying to hide any sign of startle-ment or fluster.

“No worries sweet baby, we will have a tree.”

“Sleep tight now,” I said.”Rest easy. You can count on me.”

No matter what, come hell or high-water,

There will be a Christmas tree in my new home, for my son and my daughter.

Sometimes it’s the smallest voice that speaks quite loud,

Bringing with it clarity. Moving out the dark cloud.

Yes, sometimes it’s the smallest voice that helps you NOT to lose sight.

Be sure to hear it as it’s usually right.

So, with that I will say, Merry Christmas to all!

And to all, a good night!

Happy Holidays! And may God bless our new home!

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  1. December 18, 2011 at 7:14 am

    Great poem, Karen. Merry Christmas to you and yours. 🙂

  2. December 18, 2011 at 7:30 am

    Thank you, Bob! Same to you and yours!!

  3. December 18, 2011 at 8:41 am

    Happy holidays! I love the poem and the tree!!!

    • December 18, 2011 at 9:25 am

      Happy Holidays to you too RD and thank you very much — I love the tree too!

  4. jen
    December 18, 2011 at 9:23 am

    You yanked another tear from mine eye, Karen. May it be merry!

    • December 18, 2011 at 5:12 pm

      Thanks, Jen! You too, friend.

  5. Aimee
    December 18, 2011 at 2:09 pm

    Wow! You made me tear up girl!!!! Beautifully written. You always come thru!!!! Love you!
    Send me ur address so I can send u a holiday card.

    • December 18, 2011 at 5:13 pm

      Love you too, Aimee!! And yes, I will send you my new address!! Come visit me!!!

  6. Anonymous
    December 18, 2011 at 9:47 pm

    Karen, your children are blesed to have you as a mother, wishing you all health, happiness, and lots of laughter in your new home.

  7. December 18, 2011 at 9:57 pm

    Thank you, anonymous.

  8. December 19, 2011 at 3:00 pm

    That was very sweet Karen. Wishing you a Merry Christmas!

    • December 19, 2011 at 3:33 pm

      Thanks, Karl! Same to you and yours.

  9. Veronica
    December 19, 2011 at 4:00 pm

    Love the tree and your poem skills!

    • December 19, 2011 at 4:04 pm

      Thanks, Veronica….college; it pays off.

  10. December 19, 2011 at 4:03 pm

    Karen, when it comes to being a mom, you are THE BOMB! 🙂 It’s going to work out, and spirit of Christmas is already coming through. Lovely tree! Thank goodness for our kids, but for them we’d just trudge forward with the necessary and not give ourselves a little time for the magic. This week admidst the craziness, is the start of something bright, so with that, my cross-country friend, I’ll wish you Merry Christmas and say, “It’s all going to be alright!”

  11. December 19, 2011 at 4:07 pm

    You’re awesome Kasey. Thank you!!

    P.S. How did you get the heart to show up in your response?? I’ve been trying to figure out how to do that for the longest time & wanted so badly to put one in my comment in your blog!!

    • December 19, 2011 at 4:09 pm

      Thanks, Karen! To give hearts, you push “Alt” and the number “3” at the same time. Here’s some more ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 😉 I got your email…I’m thinking of you!!

  12. Ginny G
    December 21, 2011 at 10:54 pm

    Karen, What a good mama you are; love the tree! Here’s to 2012, for the best yet! Ginny

  13. December 21, 2011 at 11:35 pm

    Thank you, Ginny!!!

  14. JLH
    December 22, 2011 at 7:11 pm

    Fabulous. Simply fabulous. Just like YOU.

  15. December 22, 2011 at 8:16 pm

    You’re lovely JLH….thank you!!!

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