Christmas Eve

I woke up this morning and sprang from my bed, with thoughts of a busy day rife in my head.

Now on with the coffee, it’s hot and it’s strong; (I’ll sing as I work, a good Christmas song.)

Quick, to the kitchen I go in a hurry; from counter to stove top I scoot and I scurry.

The pots and the pans I attack with a clatter; I’ve got to find recipes, stir up some batter.

Christmas is coming and company too; I can’t waste a minute, there’s baking to do.

But then, with the evening, when all the work’s done, I’ll say, “Welcome, Christmas. God bless us, each one.”