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A Homeschooler’s Night Before Christmas

December 15, 2014

Today, in honor of all those who choose to educate their children at home, I present,  my version of The Night Before Christmas. Enjoy!

A Homeschooler’s Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house;

Mom was so crazy, she scared even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;

but the rest of the house looked like piggies lived there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

while Mom wondered why, math never stuck in their heads.

And Mama in her jammies, with a kid in her lap;

had never gotten dressed, and dreamed of a nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter;

while stringing up lights, Dad fell from the ladder.

Away to help him Mom flew like a flash;

tripped on some toys and fell face first in trash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow;

lit up the lawn toys, left there ages ago.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear;

but my son’s underwear, hanging from the reindeer.

I ran to retrieve them so lively and quick;

barefooted in snow, I hope I don’t get sick.

More rapid than eagles down the stairs the kids came;

and Mom whistled and shouted and called them by name,

now Sweety, now Honey, come quickly like Vixen.

Come Baby, come Darling, come more quickly than Blitzen.

Who spilled juice on the porch, who wrote on the wall;

Confess or I’ll spank, I’ll spank one and all!

As children all do, their eyes turned up to the sky;

Thought better of it, and chose not to lie.

Straight to her children, the homeschool Mom few;

hugged them and kissed them and patted them too.

And then in a twinkling she had her proof;

her training was working, then heard Dad on the roof.

As she was getting up, and turning around;

down the chimney dad fell and made quite a sound.

He had fallen head first, Christmas lights round his foot;

and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

The kids ran to ask him as he lay on his back;

Daddy where’s the toys, where is your pack?

His eyes rolled around, above a chin that was hairy;

Mama patted his cheeks and Jr. gave him his Beary.

The hair on his head was looking like snow;

and the lights round his ankles were tied in a bow.

He smiled at his children, showing soot on his teeth;

and the extension cord hung, round his neck like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly;

that he got from eating, Mom’s homemade jelly.

Little Junior ran and grabbed a book from the shelf;

he knew the Bible was needed, in case Dad hurt himself.

But a wink of his eye, and a nod from his head;

soon led them to know, they had nothing to dread.

He spoke a kind word and went back to his work;

blessing his family, watching where evil may lurk.

The jammie clad Mommy, wiped each child’s runny nose;

told how Jesus was born, died and then He arose.

No matter the toys, though the mess makes you whistle;

though schoolbooks are stacked as high as a thistle.

Though a long line of kids can be quite a sight

God bless homeschool Mom’s, they’re doing it right!

One Comment leave one →
  1. Faith wilson permalink
    December 18, 2012 2:11 pm

    You made me giggle! 🙂

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