Madeleine’s First Christmas Poem
Twas early Christmas morning and all through the place
Maddie was set to go off like a large can of mace
Her aunts and uncles were sleeping without care
But Maddie’s disposition was off, temper ready to flare
She kicked off her socks and knocked over my cup
Then gurgled and fussed and then she spit up
Now the volume was rising, time to wake up the house
The burp cloth now covered, PaPa’s sleeve and her blouse
Maddie unleashed a small scream, and threw one of her toys
No one knows what she wants, but she’s bringing the noise
It’s 4 in the morning, isn’t it time to wake up?
Santa’s long gone, hey PaPa, giddyup!
We creep downstairs, in hopes of calming her down
But the baby has other ideas, you can tell by the frown
She latched onto to my hair and wouldn’t let go
Then began to act out and let the tears flow
We head for the basement to stifle that great roar
But now the windows are shaking along with the floor
The house is awake now, confusion starting to spread
Why is the baby fretting, she’s been changed and been fed?
Just when all seems lost, a smile appears
Is there new hope, an end to the crying and tears?
Maddie’s eyes now grow heavy, not making a peep
The house falls silent – one and all back to sleep!