This was inspired by all the energy that is oozing from the children right now. It seems no matter how hard they try, they just can't seem to completely get control of themselves They aren't being naughty. They are just being kids a few days before Christmas!
T'was the day before Christmas and all through our home, was chaos and clutter and toys that had been thrown.
The children were wrestling and bouncing off walls, while the dogs were running around chasing balls.
Mommy was in her apron baking sweet Christmas treats and Daddy was shoveling snow that had heaped.
When out in the den there arose such a clatter, mommy came running to see what was the matter.
She threw down her apron and ran across the floor as Daddy came bounding in the front door.
And what did their tired, frustrated eyes see, but six little children and a knocked down Christmas tree.
The ornaments were scattered all over the ground, the presents were smooshed, the children dared not make a sound.
Tears filled mommy's eyes as she quietly turned away. Daddy stood there not knowing exactly what to say.
So he got them all dressed and took them outside to play while mommy tried to salvage what was left of the day.
The little children slowly came in one by one and told mommy they were sorry for what they had done.
Their eyes were tear filled, their boots full of snow, their cheeks were bright red, their shirts wet to the elbow.
Mommy hugged each child and whispered softly in each ear "I love you so much, my sweet little dear."
Then they all worked together and straightened the tree, picked up the ornaments and turned to mommy,
"The mess is all cleaned, can we help you bake?" Then they decorated cookies and made the Christmas cake.
That night by the glow of candle light, they read about the Baby Jesus on that first Christmas night.
Then Mommy and Daddy sent them to bed and tucked them in tight, "Merry Christmas to you and don't let the bed bugs bite!"