The day after Xmoose

Twas the day after christmas and all through the house
the whole place was in shambles- not fit for a mouse!
the stockings were thrown on the floor in dispair
the wrappers discarded without even a care

The children were outside on top of their sleds
while visions of camelback danced in their heads
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down with fabreeze and a wet vac,

When out the front door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my work to see what was the matter.
To the front lawn I flew like a flash,
To see what had become of my son in this crash.

The blood lay fresh on the new-fallen snow
A calamity of sled parts and bodies below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a battered up child trembling in fear,

I saw through his ranting so lively and quick,
my now broken ski poles, why that little prick!
More rapid than lighting the excuses they came,
I whistled, and shouted, and called him some names;

"You, bastard! you, ogre! those were my new ski poles!
Your momma hears this- and your head it will roll!
I say to my son you're grounded till fall!
to his friends.. I say, Now dash away all!"

Now back to my cleaning this wild torrent mess,
I gather some wrappings, I rescue a dress,
From basement to attick momma and I flew,
With hands full of toys, and christmas lights too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from above me
The sliding and crashing of something real heavy.
As I pulled on the cords, and was turning around,
Down the fir tree collapsed with a bound.

Donned with the deco, from my head to my foot,
My clothes were all tarnished with dirt, dust and soot;
The bundle of toys I had carried before,
Returned with a crash to their place on the floor.

Oh look, now I twinkle! I'm covered with merry.
So frustrated and angry, my face like a cherry!
My droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
exposing my teeth as white as the snow;

Some choice words I held, behind my clenched teeth,
But the smoke it encircled my head like a wreath;
When in walked my son, with his puppy dog eyes,
Looked o'er my new threads and laughed with suprise.

He was chubby and plump, a bundled warm elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
With a wink of my eye his grounding was done,
With a smile and a hug to return to his fun;

I spoke not a word, but went straight back work,
And picked up the stockings; I felt like a jerk,
My son put his finger back into his nose,
Flew out of the door, up the hill he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his friends gave a whistle,
And away they all slid like flying cruise missles.
But I heard him exclaim, when down the slopes they hurled,
"My fathers the greatest guy in the whole world"

-Rebekah Faith (with pentameter help from Ogunshi)

-Rebekah Faith