Twas Days Before Christmas

‘Twas days before Christmas and all through the house…

I got French toast cooking; home with no spouse.

With banana and Nutty Butter {Egg Nog!} and sprinkles as dots,

And a mug of rich coffee, splash of milk on top.

The children were all nestled all snug in their beds, while I showered and dressed and ensured they were fed.

When out of my phone there arose such a clatter, I answered right away to see what was the matter.

“The bakery has pizza!” my husband did say; I’ll be there in 30. I was on my way

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and three tiny rein-bears (and a llama)

On Bocker, On Beaker, On Churton and Llamey,
Come Mazen, there’s pizza! Said the mommy

We dashed to the bakery, which was filled with cheer

And dug into the pizza, cheese far and near

Down to my belly 3 slices came with a bound

So glad daddy was hangin’ around!

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And Alex’s clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot!!

A mug of Pero when I got back,

And cereal with yogurt I had for a snack!

The restaurant twinkled. At Mas, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

A wink of my eyes and a twist of my head,

Soon I knew that I would eat bread!

And clams and salad and carne asada

With kale and fiery tomatoes, of which we loved a lotta

And laying a finger aside of my nose,
And giving a nod, bacon dates we chose.

We walked home in the cold, with barely a light,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Tagged as: french toast, Pizza, Yogurt