Twas The Week Before Thanksgiving

Twas the week before Thanksgiving and all through our house
There was rushing and running, no one a louse
The dog was sitting by the fire without a care
In hopes that the kids would soon NOT be there.


The children were bundled and sent off to school
With the mutterings of "these clothes aren't cool"
Daddy off to work and mom left alone
Updating her status on her iPhone.


When up in the attic there arose such a clatter
She sprang from her chair to see what was the matter
Away to the stairs she flew like a, hmmm....flash (?)
Tripping over mounds of laundry in the hallway stashed.


The light in the attic, so dimly lit
Showed the Christmas decor had finally been hit
Then what to her wandering eyes should appear
But about 20 more tubs full of Christmas cheer.


With a room full of chaos, every where she roamed
She knew in a moment, she must be in her home!
There were toys and messes strewn in every room
And you could hear her grumble as she dug out the broom.


"Now really! Now really! Now really, my son!
Oh daughter! Oh daughter! Thanksgiving has come!
From the dirtiest of  floors, to the top of the wall,
Clean it up! Clean it up! Clean it up all!"


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When she's met with an obstacle, she looks to the sky.
So up from the house her prayers, they flew,
With pleads of mercy and grace, and of course patience, too.


And then, in a twinkling, she felt the calm
Time spent with Him was always a healing balm.
As she gave Him thanks, for the blessings galore
Down from the heavens His praises they poured!


She was filled with awe, from her head to her feet,
Thanking Him daily for the times that they meet.
A bundle of worries she flung off her back,
No problems too big, there's nothing He can't hack.

Her eyes-filled with wonder, her heart filled with joy!
As she cleaned and dusted and picked up a toy!
And prayed for the boy in the hoodie, and the girl with a bow
And asked Him to make their hearts as white as the snow.

She sang and she danced, no longer gritting her teeth
As she tripped over legos and hung up a wreath.
She had a life full of blessings, no reason to yell
She had a God and family that loved her, and knew this well!

Her faith wavered, at times, over every little thing,
But today she gave it to Him, the Master, the King!
That sweet baby Jesus, no longer in the manger lay;
But now was her Comforter, her Friend, throughout the day!

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And cleaned up the house, then turned with a jerk.
Hanging decorations on, yet, another tree,
She was as amazed and thankful as she could be!

She sprang to her computer, and just had to blog
About the peace that came in the Christmas rush fog.
And I heard her exclaim with a grateful heart
"Thank You, Gracious Father, for the kick start!"