A Poem by Anton Von Stefan
December 21st, 2012
Written as a reminder not to place large projects into your schedule in the weeks before Christmas.
House not clean? Shopping not complete? Presents not wrapped? You are not alone. Enjoy!
Four Nights Before Christmas
It was four nights before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Everything was everywhere, not a sign of a mouse.
The grand window curtains lay a’ strewn upon the floor,
Everything askew next to walls, windows and a door.
Cds’ stacked to the ceiling and old books in great piles,
So that you can’t go anywhere, not even down aisles.
Dust rags, polishes; paint cans and different size rollers,
Old clothes off hangers, tucked in a give-away stroller.
White cover sheets and fine powder; everything like snow.
Furniture out of place, loose papers wherever’ you go.
With every knick-knack all dusted, inspected and cleaned,
There’s still much to be done to redecorate it seems,
To put house in order fit for the birth of a King.
Time runeth short; no sign of a tree by which we’ll sing.
No toys packaged; not even a single present wrapped.
With no turning back on the task we find ourselves trapped,
To push on with the many things we had set out to do,
Cleaning out bookshelves and sorting, yet we never knew,
That four days before Christmas there is still be such a mess!
But, with good thoughts in our hearts we can still say, “God Bless!”
Fast fingers and arms defy time as objects alight,
Books in their places; all walls washed, primed, painted and bright,
Light bulbs replaced, and the chandelier sparking with lights,
We cannot waste a second as we work through the nights.
The dining room cabinets are moved to their new place,
To have these things done by Christmas is truly a race.
The massive gleaming oak table will finally have room,
Where one can walk all around pushing vacuum or broom.
With the nativity of yore all lovingly set,
The challenges we have taken on properly met,
There’s still time for tree, decorations, tinsel and light,
Room for peace and the joy of Jesus’ birth that night!
I say this with happiness; Holy Season does call,
“My sincere wishes and blessings I pass onto all!”
Yet, four nights before Christmas I have taken to pen,
'Of such projects n'ere again'! In peace I say, “Amen!”
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