Winter Bed – Twas the night before Christmas

It has been a very hectic week leading up to Christmas: Decorating, wrapping presents, and a marathon session baking seed cakes (the chipmunk equivalent of your fruit cake). Lucky for us there was a fresh coat of snow and the kids have been out sledding most of the time and have worn themselves out. Now that Christmas eve has finally arrived, it didn’t take much to get the kids into bed.

It has been a long standing family tradition to read Clement Clark Moore’s poem “A Visit from Saint Nicholas.” That’s the one that starts “Twas the night before Christmas …” The kids like to change some of the verses. For example, “sugar plums” becomes candied seeds. The one that gets the biggest laugh is “Not a creature was stirring, not even a chipmunk”. The kids take that very seriously. They were worried if Saint Nick came by and we were not all fast asleep that he would skip our burrow. I reassured them, Saint Nick would come but got me thinking what if the kids are right? I hurried off to bed.

The wife bought a new bed and it finally arrived today. She bought new blankets and pillows. She had ordered a comforter with cheerful sunflowers on it but the warehouse sent one with stacks of books and cats! It was too late to fix the mix up until after Christmas. She got rid of the old rug and bought a new one of simulated grass and added some leaves to give the illusion we were sleeping outdoors.

After assembling the bed, I made a final check to make sure that I had tightened the bolts properly.
It looks like I need to get the wrench out again.

My wife crawled into bed and was out cold.

I made myself comfy on the soft new pillows but my nose got cold so I crawled under the blankets too.

While huddling under the blankets, I heard a clatter on the bed but dared not peak out.
I thought it must be one Santa’s elves to checking to see all were asleep.

Next thing I know, Santa’s helper is replacing my sunflower seeds with lumps of coal!
I must have made the naughty list.

 I appealed my case to the head of the naughty list but to no avail.
I would just have to do better next year.

I woke and realized I must be dreaming.

I drifted back off to sleep only to be awakened by noises from the roof top. I thought I was dreaming again, so I nodded back off to sleep.

Christmas morning finally final dawns, and Chippy Jr. anxiously tries to rouse us from bed.

“I know your under there.”

  

 “You got to see what Santa Claus brought us! And you’re not going to believe this dad, Santa left you a note apologizing for putting you on the naughty list. Something about a computer glitch.”

 

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS