‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a domestic animal was stirring, not even my spouse.
Toys and clothes were flung about the house without care,
In the hopes that a cleaning lady soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of Mom doing everything danced in their heads.
This mama does not own a kerchief but I do enjoy a nightcap,
And I had just settled my brain for a ten minute nap.
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprung from the sofa to see what was the matter.
When what to my bleary eyes did appear,
But a new case of wine and eight cold beer.
Who could have brought a gift so lively and quick?
I knew in an instant, it must be St. Mick.
For those who may mock me or think it untrue,
Believe in St. Mick – the giver of gifts to Moms like you.
Santa is fine with his big red sack,
But it’s really St. Mick who’s got your back.
He leaves things you need like chocolate, coffee and wine.
(It’s been rumored he gave a foot rub to a friend of mine.)
So on this Holiday relax, grab a bevvy or two.
And if should find you have some extra, here’s what to do,
Give a cheers to good ol’ St. Mick, he’s been thinking of you!
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