T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Only Zoe was stirring, think she’s chasing a mouse,
Much quieter now, all the children have flown,
All over the world, how quickly they’ve grown,
No staying up late, no assembly required,
Just off to bed early, getting old’s made us tired,
No last minute shopping, no trips to the mall,
No counting of gifts being equal to all,
No cookies or milk left out in plain sight,
No nose prints in sugar bowls left out all night.
No stockings stuffed carefully ‘or the chimney with care
Even under the tree looks a little bit bare,
No blanket castles in one room any more
No waiting till 7 for knocks on the door
What a wonderful season, fun memories it brings
Of bicycles, laughter and meaningful things,
But out with the old and in with the new
Traditions and memories, some happy some blue,
Just keep what you like, and chuck all the rest
With family it’s natural and usually the best


t the other day it was December 2010. I'm just getting used to writing 2011.































