goddessfarmer | 'twas the night before Christmas....

... and all through the house, every creature was stirring, down to the last mouse.
The children were sneaking and not in their beds; papa and I wanted to rattle their heads.
The stockings were not hung by the chimney at all; the cat just took another one down the back hall.
If a long winter's nap could ever be had, there'd be much rejoicing in our little land.
With pies finally baked, and kids shut in bed; now I can finally wrap all the gifts.
And maybe by the time the sun wakes in the morn; when I will be looking quite tattered and torn,
maybe, just maybe, I'll have got it all done, and be able to help the young ones with their fun.
But probably not, no that wouldn't be right; Yes I will have to stay up all the night.
And it won't all be done, 'cause my fun's just begun, now roast must be cooked and the songs must be sung!
And that mouse, well that mouse is cleaning my mess, so that's one less thing to do in the kitchen, I guess.
So if on this holiday you're feeling some stress, don't worry, yours isn't the only big mess!