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FiftiesWeb.com » Pop » Twas the Night Before Christmas (For Families)

Twas the Night Before Christmas (For Families)

by Michael Rich — Updated: August 5, 2023 Comment

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by Mary C. Ginn, copyright 1992

'Twas the fight before Christmas 
when all through the house 
the tension was rising 
'tween in-laws and spouse. 

Expecting the onslaught, she'd shopped, wrapped, and baked, 
Mom verged on exhaustion, her back cramped and ached. 
"This year will be perfect!" determined she vowed 
Then she lined up her brood, and she ordered aloud, 

"Now, listen up, kids! 
Clean your ears, so you'll hear it! You'll stop all your whining 
and get into the spirit!" 

Their kinfolk were traveling from locales afar, 
to watch little Jen as she held up the Star, 
Jeremiah as drummer, and Jimmy as goat, 
and the rest of the rugrats playing Heavenly Host. 
The pastor who cast them, though 'twas said he was braver 
didn't trust Baby Paul to portray the sweet Savior. 

Now the eve of the holiday pageant had come. 
The mock angels fluttered, the wee drummer drummed, 
and drummed and he drummed until Mom thought she'd throttle 
that dear little drummer or go drown in a bottle. 

Their haloes cocksure, they were ready to go. 
Aunt Tessie glanced out, "Oooo, it's starting to snow!" 
So back to the closet for twenty-two boots, 
while Gramps sneaked to the sideboard for a couple of snoots. 

Dad paced with impatience, beating tracks on the floor. 
Julie rushed from the house, clipped one wing in the door. 
Momma, on round-up, was prodding the herd. 
Julie wailed with dismay, "I WILL LOOK LIKE A NERD!" 

Loading four vans full, they skidded to church, 
side-swiping two carolers, came to rest with a lurch, 
and disgorged the uncles, the cousins and aunties,
the angels and livestock, three Wisemen, and Granny. 

When all were assembled they commanded three pews. 
Freckled shepherds processed and proclaimed the Good News. 
Momma leaned on Dad's shoulder, her stamina tested; 
on the other, the video camera was rested. 
Training its lens on his offspring with pride, 
disgruntled he found there was no tape inside. 

He cursed much too loud for his present location. 
His pious Aunt Phoebe prayed for his salvation. 
Granny sighed disappointment, "Tsk, tsk, what a shame." 
Momma glared at her husband, volleyed bullets of blame. 

Dad was soundly upbraided by a clan 'twas adjacent 
Poor pastor feared rightly that brouha' was nascent. 
The man behind bellowed, "Sit down in the front." 
Dad howled, "Go to blazes, you overgrown punk." 

How the threats escalated, I haven't a hunch. 
And no one remembers who threw the first punch. 
But the fray that ensued was a Mother of All 
right up to the altar, 'round the heavenly stall. 

Fur and feathers were flying, taunts rang through the air. 
There was gnashing of teeth and the pulling of hair. 
The peace of nativity wrenched by the roar, 
the manger upsot, dolly rolled 'cross the floor. 
The choir tried vainly to scream out the lines, 
of the old-fashioned favorite, 'The Tie That Binds.' 

Soon the kids took their cue from their fathers and mothers, 
And the air became littered with the straw and the fodder. 
Young oxen were kicking, little donkeys were braying, 
the shepherds' rods snapped and poor pastor was praying. 

Once innocent angels from heaven were falling, 
and even wee Drummer was biting and brawling. 
The candlesticks tottered, the altar was battered, 
the tree lying prone, pastor's vestments were tattered. 

Then sweet, one-winged Julie, fearing huge conflagration, 
was sparked by the blaze of Divine inspiration. 
She gathered up all of the cherubs, I'm told, 
and began tearing one wing from each little shoulder. 

When the dust finally settled, only one light remained, 
A lone Christmas candle whose heavenly flame 
bathed the children in gold, with arms 'round each other, 
turning angels with black eyes to sisters and brothers. 
Their timorous voices sang out, 'Silent Night,' 
overpowering the fracas and ending the fight.

So this story of angels with singleton wings, 
who like the blest infant, humbled powerful kings, 
taught a lesson of love to the grown-ups that night: 
Only Bearing Each Other Up, Can We Take Flight. 

And the pastor blessed all, waved them home with relief, 

"Merry Christmas. Go Home. And May God Grant You Peace!"

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© 2010-2015 Michael Rich.

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