Twas the Night Before Christmas
Merry Christmas to everyone! I wrote this a few years back. It is from a wife’s point of view.
Twas the Night
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, everyone was sleeping except me and my spouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, while my husband sat on the couch wearing a blank stare
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while Daddy sat there and cried waiting on his meds
The worst part of all this is that I have just sat idly by when I just want to turn my head and let out a cry
The family provider sat there in pain, oh the poor bloke, as I brought him a strong Bourbon and Coke
He drank it real fast, which helped with the pain, but he knew it wouldn’t last nor would he complain
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I could tell that he wanted to check it out to see what was the matter
He struggled to get up and was weak in the knee, he stumbled towards the window and nearly fell into the tree
I know he isn’t drunk or for that matter even a buzz, it is just what it is and that is what it was
His balance is getting worse day by day as I saw him constantly stumbling and sway
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, as I watch the poor man crash into the wall and stub his big toe
What do my wondering eyes should appear, my poor husband totally forgot why he was here
The look on his face told me he was lost, and I knew that his energy was all but exhaust
It was at this point I helped him sit back down, and he settled back into the couch all safe and sound
I can tell that the liquor is having an effect, and I know that things are just good and will never again be perfect
By the time the buzz was all but gone, I knew his meds were kicking in as he started to yawn
His pain is at a dull roar and he can handle that now, but it will be back again real quick somehow
I grab a blanket and snuggle alongside, as I turn on the TV and go along for the ride
Things were at peace for the time being and I wanted to snuggle with him which is good for our well-being
I’m not going to finish this Christmas poem that I started, as I just can’t seem to keep it all light-hearted
It doesn’t matter anyhow, by this time St Nick is long out of sight, so Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night
