'Twas the morning of Christmas and all through the room,
nothing was stirring but my coffee mug spoon.
The boys were restrained to the top of the stairs,
in hopes they'd soon be allowed down there.
Once Momma with her camera and Dad with his mug,
were all braced for impact of giddy boy hugs,
When all down the stairs there arose such a clatter,
As big boys and babies dove into packaging matter.
Away to the windows to open them wide,
Seventy degrees outside, and laughter inside.
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear,
were three super heroes, all brave with no fear.
Then there were whistles and shouting and calling by name,
Each gift, each surprise, each Lego, each game.
Their eyes how they twinkled, their laughter so merry,
Who knew sweet tarts stain like a bowl full of cherries?
But surrounded by messes that are a beautiful sight,
We stopped to thank Jesus for the first Christmas night.