What is this Christmas bliss they speak of?
Kids home from school, sweetly singing carols around the fireplace, sipping hot chocolate.
Gathered around the table, rolling out cookies and smiling at each other.
Gently wrapping gifts and applying small bits of tape to the packages.
Sweet loving words with a smile on their face.
Beautiful decorations that remains in place all season long.
Clean little faces, smiling and happy watching snow drift down.
Mother and children happily crafting magnificent beauty.
What is this they speak of?
Maybe this just happens on other planets, because it sure doesn’t happen here!
It happened here, just as I expected it would.
Loud wrestling, tussling, tugging, tickling and fighting on the living room floor.
Everyone knows how long that will last, until the first one gets hurt.
Snotty nosed baby crying at your legs.
She wants no one but Mom.
Why? Because of her early morning rising!
Laundry just waiting to be folded and packed.
Oh forgot, first we must wash and dry it.
Which in turn, results in the oldest daughter pulling a disappearing act with a book.
One sneakily puts on the the Son’s new fireman’s suit with a wicked grin.
He surprised us all and says, “Yeah for Reagan, she’s a fireman!”
Her shoulders dropped from his unexpected response.
Wrapping gifts with large pieces of wrapping paper and more scotch tape then paper.
Fighting for the scissors, the tape, the paper and even the gift that we put inside.
Sudden urges for Hot Chocolate in the middle of it all.
Marshmallows join the rest of the crumbs on the floor.
The result of not packing lunches this morning is
a totally wrecked kitchen from the eggs, bacon and toast they ate for lunch.
A basement in need of a good clean up sounds like a plan to this mom.
A baby that needs a bed and shall soon be there.
And the weary mom finds a cup of caffeine.
Some Christmas music will help.
And quietness will reign.
I will survive this.
Life is good.