‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, not one. . .not three,

Not a creature was sane, especially not me;

The stockings were hung by the mantel in disarray,

But they wouldn’t be filled by Santa, because he doesn’t visit here on Christmas Day;

The children were sleeping sprawled out in their beds;

While visions of ninjas and legos danced in their heads;

And James in his jammies, and I in my normal sloppy attire,

Sat on the couch like zombies by the fire,

Well, that’s about all I’ve got.  I was planning on trying to write the whole entire poem with a Chase house flair, but WOW, that’s a long poem!  And the rest is all about Santa Claus, and I couldn’t figure out how I was going to make it funny.

But seriously, things around here are moving at the pace of lightning.  Days fly by, and we find ourselves getting the kids to bed after nine and then trying to shove five hours of things into just a little while.  Cleaning up, snowblowing, organizing Christmas gifts, doing laundry, and of course as I’m sure is the same in your very own household, the list goes on.  I have fourteen days until Christmas, and I pray that I can slow down a bit and help my kids remember that Christmas is a time for love, and for giving and that we need to keep our eyes on the true meaning of Christmas.

Fourteen days.  It’s on . . .