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Twas The Night Before School…

Dear Santa:  I Can Explain!

Dear Santa: I Can Explain!

By: Debra Sue Higginbotham
December 4, 2014

Twas the night before School, and all thru the house,
the children were stirring – and wrestling the spouse.
No homework was done, yet no one did care …
In hopes that this mama … had a free pass to spare.

No children were nestled, in a messy little bed,
No teeth were brushed – just mouthwash instead.
I own not a ‘kerchief, but oh I long for a nap …
Maybe someday I’ll be settled, like an old sappy sap.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the laundry – to see what was the matter.
And what to my exhausted eyes – should appear …
A door-to-door salesman – the billionth one this year.

With a big tall vacuum, so lively and so quick …
I knew in an instant … his old salesman trick …
Faster than an Eagle, my door slam, it came,
then I scurried and shouted, calling the kids by name:

Now William, Now Thomas, in bed you must be …
Now James I can see you – no, you can’t have some tea.
Now Victoria – where are you? On the phone, I’ll bet.
Now let’s find those backpacks, before I forget.

To the top of the stairs!
 And to the bunk bed wall!
Now sleep away! sleep away!
Oh sleep away all!
And if I step on a lego, or if I should slip on a sock,
I’ll find your tablets and change the passcode lock.

And then in a twinkling, I heard in the kitchen,
Banging and clashing and words I won’t mention.
He was dressed in his boxers, standing on one foot,
Shuffling dishes, wondering where they should be put.

A bundle of pans, he had flung on the drain,
and he looked like my husband; but I must be insane.
His eyes, they wondered, how kids make such a mess.
His cheeks were like fire, his nose wrinkled at a guess.

His sexy little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the dimple on his chin – was inviting, don’t ya know.
The look on his face; gave me butterflies in my belly,
As we ditched the dirty dishes ~and counter full of jelly.

We sprang up the stairs, as he gave me a whistle,
And away the night flew; like the down of a thistle.
But I heard a child exclaim, ‘ere we dashed out of sight,
“Be Quiet Mom & Dad ~ You Know It’s a School Night!”

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Conversations With My Children

This is a poem I wrote a while back, might as well put it in the blog 🙂  Kids are growing so much and so fast, I want to cherish these moments forever and appreciate present day in the process!

Conversations With My Children
By: Debra Sue Higginbotham

a.k.a. Healthy Habit Lady
I told my baby, how very much he had grown …
how big he was getting – every inch – every bone.
I asked who gave permission, for him to grow his Bod,
and without hesitation – he assured me it was GOD!

My toddler asked me, in a soft exhausted voice…
“will you love me forever” – (as if I had a choice.)
“YES, my son!”, I said, without hesitation or delay,
“I will always love you – forever and a day!”

My daughter said to me, in excitement and glee …
“Look at me mommy” – “I can climb a tree” – –
and I said to her, without hesitation or a stir …
“I knew you could honey, I was always quite sure!”

My baby, who is 2, wants to tie his own shoe …
he refuses my help – so what’s a mom to do – –
I say to my child, without hesitation or doubt,
“I will wait for you, so let’s figure it all out!”

My toddler, who is 3, squeals with delight …
and asks for a kiss – as I tuck him in at night.
Without hesitation – I give him three or four,
and ask if it’s okay, if I give him just one more.

My girl, who is 10, asks hard questions now and then,
Like “why is there evil?”, and “why do people sin?”
I hesitate a bit – as I am not so sure what to say…
and so thus I reply … “honey, why don’t we pray?”

(FYI, these here are true stories)


As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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