Twas the night before Christmas
Had she known what day tomorrow would be
Every push would have produced a smile
All the search would have been far more bearing
And every tear would have worth the while
The pains had just began to glide
No wonder labor, they call it.
Time was no longer on her side
So she rushed quickly to the inn
Disappointed, she had to leave
Seems all the babies chose that night to dock.
The pain now a torn beyond reach
The manger seemed to be her best shot
She lay there weeping in agony
With animals as her only bed mates.
Wondering how long this night would be
The torment continued till the next day
Looking way back at that night
Which is now once upon a time.
I'm amazed how such a plight
Now brings much joy on the same night