Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas at home by the fire. as weary and knackered we thought we’d retire, but then we both heard it, a knock on the door, and chaos descended in one mighty roar. Our children and grandkids, so lovely to see, alas they all come when it’s time for our tea. So screaming and fighting, no time now for rest. grandparents must always remain at their best. No matter how tired, whatever the pains, there’s pleasure in joining the kids in their games. The time comes for leaving they turn with a smile and back out the door now they’ve stayed for a while. So shattered but happy we creep to our bed, to rest till the morrow when they’re back to be fed! Ivor G Davies