If circumstances mean it can't be a happy one then I hope it's at least a peaceful one.
My Christmas gift to you is a poem about what it's like to be a harassed mum at Christmas but it could apply to everyone as we're all busy at this time of year.
I hope you enjoy it.
A Busy Mum’s Christmas
Christmas shopping,what a rush,
Waiting ages for a bus.
Stood in queues buying this and that.
No time for coffee or a chat.
The rain is heavy, soaked right through.
Hail a taxi that’s what I’ll do.
Home at last,wrapping gifts
Checking Santa’s Christmas list.
Just one more toy to come for Mike.
I wonder how to wrap a bike?
Wrestling fairy lights,putting up the tree
In front of the window for all to see.
Clean the house from top to bottom,
I’m sure there’s something I’ve forgotten.
Christmas Eve, what a rush.
Trying not to make a fuss
Bathing kids, preparing food
Not really in the Christmas mood.
Wine and cookies on a tray
For Santa on Christmas day.
Children sleeping just in time
Dad eats the cookies,mum drinks the wine.
Six am the kids are awake
“Santa’s been mum” for goodness sake
They run downstairs and gasp and smile
And the magic of Christmas makes it all worthwhile.