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Twas the night before Christmas at the Alberson homestead.
And all was well now that everyone was warm and fed.
It warmed my heart, truly a sight to see.
The lights and decorations sparkling on the tree.
So there we were, collected and gathered in.
With our neighbors, friends and all our kin.
Daddy and I, hand in hand, huddled together
Squeezing in tighter to shake off the chill of the weather.
Moma was in the kitchen tiding about.
Hushin’ and shooin’ the young’ens out.
Charlie telling stories of way back when to the children at his feet.
And poor little David, bouncing with excitement about to come out of his seat.
Under the mistletoe, Josh and Anna , already with child and working on the next.
Calen on the couch , sending out a very merry text.
Pandora and her puppies, in the corner barely made a sound.
As sweet little Elizabeth bobbled and bumbled around.
Sierra sat next to the Christmas tree with a pile of presents below.
And ShyAnne watched from the window, at the falling snow.
And brother John had traveled three days by bus,
But was well and glad to be home with us.
Ricky tried to round up players for a game of shoes despite the cold.
For he had a hot streak he meant to hold.
Dian wished us merry Christmas by phone.
Wished us well and was glad Ricky and the girls weren’t alone.
Skyla and Cherish sizing up the presents, guessing what was inside.
Though no one said a word, no matter how they pried.
After the food we moved on to the real fun,
As the presents were brought out one by one.
In the blink of an eye, in just a flash
The presents were unwrapped and before us sat a mountain of trash.
But the best present of all this year was mine,
Sharing Christmas with family and loved ones here in Mill Creek 2009.
Sarah Comstock
12-26-2009
Form:
I remember many things
from my childhood
Twelve of us in the house
and where it proudly stood
On a busy tree lined street
in a smaller city
A picture perfect childhood,
a neighborhood so pretty.
I remember running
for the bathroom every morning.
Trampled by siblings
without any warning.
Running off to school,
to beat that dreaded bell
lots of us together,
not that you could tell
I remember playing,
in our great big yard.
All of us together,
someone always scarred.
Every kid in the neighborhood
was at our house each day
Drove my parents crazy,
listening to us play
I remember the picnics,
weekends spent outside
Lots of happy family,
solitude denied,
Many games of horseshoes
frisbee and bocce ball.
If you were very patient,
you could play them all.
I remember holidays
at our busy house
Easter Bunny, tooth fairy
even a Christmas mouse
Opening many presents
every Christmas Eve.
We could scarcely wait
for Santa Claus to leave.
Ten children sitting
around the Christmas Tree
Wrapping paper covernng
everything you see.
Dolls that cried and
cars that rolled and
All those dreaded
Christmas clothes.
We faced all our hardships
all of us together
Many difficult times
were by us always weathered
Still we always knew
that no matter what
Family was what
it was all about.
Now that all those
times are forever gone
Still all those memories
are clear and very strong
Of all the memories
made way back then
Were of my special parents
and their brood of ten.
My son was of that age
when Ken dolls were the rage.
So I thought maybe one of them
would be the thing for him.
Long before Christmas day
my mom let him play
with an old ragged monkey
all hairless and really funky.
So, Monk Monk came into
the family, surviving through
many a Christmas for him
and two other little seraphim.
He was passed child to child
and if you really wanted one riled
just take that silly Monk Monk
and hide him under their bunk.
They slept with him and played.
At meals he was displayed.
Not being a chimpanzee
he had to drink their tea.
He knew if they misbehave.
At night he made them brave.
He helped them with the prayer,
as they awoke was always there.
Yes, poor ragged Monk Monk
stored later in a trunk.
My wife and I you see
just couldn’t break up the family.
Maybe one day a grand.
will see him and demand,
to reincarnate the magic
of a Monk Monk from the attic.
14 Dec 2010 For Linda Marie's "Toyland" contest