‘Twas the Real Night Before Christmas: From Family & Child Consultants

 



‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, 
Not a creature was sleeping—not even your spouse. 
The stockings were flung in a heap on the floor, 
While mum stepped on LEGO (again—yes, it’s sore).

The children were bouncing, wild dreams in their heads, 
Refusing to listen, refusing their beds. 
With visions of presents, they giggled and fought—
While Mum wished for silence (just five minutes—she thought).

Dad’s in the lounge room, still wrapping a toy, 
Discovering, too late, it needs batteries—oh boy! 
The scissors are missing, the sticky tape too,
And the cat’s in the tinsel, unraveling through.
The tree’s looking wonky, the laundry’s still growing. 

There’s glitter on couches, and crumbs on the mat, 
And someone’s new puppy just scared off the cat.
Yet, amidst all the chaos, the laughter, the mess, 
The imperfect moments bring memories that bless. 

So here’s to the parents, the carers, the crew— 
Doing their best, and seeing it through.
May tomorrow bring joy, however it looks— 
Whether pancakes for breakfast, or hiding from cooks. 

From all of us here, we wish you delight— 
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

With love from the team at Family & Child Consultants

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