T'was the week before Christmas

When Christmas comes around my door,

The decorations don’t put themselves in place.

They hang around my tables and floor

In boxes and bins, staring me in the face.

There are ornaments with meaning sentimental,

And angels too still to fly.

It’s a good thing they aren’t rental,

I’ll get around to them by-and-by.

Oh, if only some Santa Claus elves,

Would visit me during the night.

They would take the tinsel off the shelves,

And dust my home with fairy light.

What’s that I see when I rub the sleep from my eyes?

Did some magic in the night occur?

If the elves came from my wishes and sighs,

They must have performed in a scurrying blur!

Oh, yes, now I remember my stake!

I’m the one who placed them there.

I must have been Bearly Awake,

When at last I positioned the ornaments with care.

If only it all would happen with such ease, 

I would already be feeling rested,

But we know fairy tales don’t really appease, 

And by this time next week, I’ll be bested. 

~Susan D.~