Twas the REAL night before Christmas or any other day

Twas the REAL night before Christmas or any other day

Twas the night before tomorrow and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of mom cleaning danced in their heads.

I pick up the shoes left by the door
As well as the five coats dropped on the floor.

Dinner leftovers placed in Tupperware
Only to be thrown out by early next year.

Seven water bottles left in their backpacks
Not to mention four moldy leftover fruitsnacks.

Dogs taken out one more time to do their duty
Me with bat in hand ready to take on Wile E. Coyote.

Six loads of laundry waiting for me to fold
These are the great years, or so I've been told.

Wrapping three presents that are desperately needed in the morning
While I listen to members of my family delightfully snoring.

Making out checks and signing permission slips
Wondering what it'd be like to take all those trips.

Dishwasher loaded and ready to go
This is when I need reminding this job doesn't blow.

House is all tidy, time to call the night a wrap
Up the stairs I do climb for my long winter's nap.

Covered in flannel and in a toasty warm bed
While visions of perfect children dance in my head.

When out of the blue my mind woke with a clatter
I sprung out of bed wondering what was the matter.

I was missing something important, that I was sure
But what was it, what was it that didn't occur?

As I made my way back down the long flight of stairs
That's when I saw it, the two sitting in pairs.

My elf's on the shelf's hadn't moved since last night
Heaven forbid my kids should wake up to such a fright.

They fumbled and stumbled to find a bingo game
And gathered two friends to see who could win fortune and fame.

I crept back upstairs to get back to my slumber
Wondering how much of this they'll actually remember

Creating magic each night is really nothing new
Parents have been doing it forever with love all for you.

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