Twas the Night Before Christmas -Slightly Revised

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and once in my bed, no visions of anything danced in my head. The night – uneventful - no kids bothered me. No sound of small feet rushing out to the tree! My husband lay snoring at least until ten. I put on some TV just waiting for when my daughter, her spouse, and their kids (older now) would show up for dinner - the meat from a cow! No turkey, no ham. I much prefer beef. My son-in-law’s vegan. I’d feed him a leaf. There’s not much unwrapping of gifts any more. It’s more likely gift cards that teens all adore. Gift cards for movies or things at some store and inside of envelops, money galore. Gone are the days of wrapping all night toys for the kiddies, and I guess that’s all right. It sure took forever to have to exert energy wrapping. . . it made my back hurt! But in a few years, wee girls and wee boys (great-grand-kids) I’ll see ripping wrapping off toys! Dec. 2, 2019 for Joseph May's the 'The Night Before 2' Poetry Contest