Christmas Greeting

 ‘twas the morning of Christmas,
and all through the house,
there was but one stirring,
and it wasn’t the mouse!

The mother had risen, 

so quiet and light,

to make certain that Christmas, 

would come out all right.

She turned on the tree,

and set coffee to brew,

baked up a clafoutis,

made Santa’s visit look true.

A nibbled on cookie,

and an empty mug,

last check on the presents,

and the guard-cat all snug.

Then back to her bed,

she crept on tip-toe,

knowing her limits,

she couldn’t make snow!

To lie there and wait,

‘til her little boy rose,

so he got the “first glimpse”,

missing Santa by a nose!