TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Twas the week before Christmas and all through my town,
People were frantic, but nowhere a frown.
Hy-Vee and Fareway were stocking with care,
In hopes that the blizzard would soon be there.

The children were excited and nestled in their beds,
While visions of steep hills danced in their heads.
And mommy in her apron, and daddy in his cap,
The DOCTOR was on call, but settled for a nap.

When out on my lawn, there arose such a clatter,
The dogs sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I walked with my phone,
I wondered if tonight, the cops would soon groan.

The moon shown its light on some new fallen snow,
The green grass was at ease for spring would soon flow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
It is no suprise, it's the neighbors scraping with fear.

With the snow falling, and wind so fierce,
I knew in a moment, the sirens would soon pierce.
More rapid than rabbits, the parents would run,
They whistled and shouted, and slipped on their buns.

And then in a twinkling, I looked to the sky,
I knew from above, Jesus stood by.
For my friends and family this is the season,
I don't have to tell you, Jesus is the reason.