Poem: Super Mom at Christmas

Super Mom at Christmas

By Teri B. Clark

“Have no fear!” said the mom.
”I can do it all, what’s the matter?

I will trim up this tree

As I stand on a ladder

With a star in one hand

And tinsel in the other.

But that is not ALL I can do,”

Said the mother.

Look at me!
”Look at me now!" said the mom to herself.
”I’m busy creating Christmas.

I’m just a jolly old elf.

While writing some cards

And wrapping some gifts

I can bake up some cookies

Get them done in a jiff.

“And light up the mantle

And sew up this dress.

Add glitter to these ornaments

Without making a mess.

“And look!

Despite all I’m doing

I can go to the mall.

But that is not all!
Oh, no. That is not all...”
And then the little children saw everything fall.

Down came the mom -

She fell into a heap

With garland in her hair

And twigs in her teeth

“Christmas is ruined,”

She said with a sigh.

“Santa’s not coming.”

And she started to cry

Beware all you mothers,

What I tell you is true -

Her fate can be your fate

It can happen to you!

You must learn this lesson -

Or end up on the floor.

Christmas is about giving,

Not doing more and more and more.

Copyright 2008 Teri B. Clark