’Twas two days before Christmas and all through PK’s house …
‘Twas two days before Christmas
And all through my mind
Was a list of to-dos
Like a mountain to climb.
There I was in the kitchen
With Monnie at my feet
Me cooking like a fiend,
She awaiting fallen treats.
With Kyle swimming at practice
And Kerry leaving in his truck
I searched around for some help
But was plumb out of luck.
My wiry black hair
Was falling out by the clumps
As the stress of the season
Got me down in the dumps.
With anxiety rising
And my BP close behind
I started to feel
Like I was losing my mind.
The card guilt, the baking,
The prepping entrees for freezing.
Not to mention all my work duties
Really dampened my season.
And even though it’s this way
Every year at this time
For some reason, 2018
Has been unusually unkind.
At least in the terms
Of the pressure I feel
To get everything done;
This year has just been unreal.
And then a few days ago
For no reason at all
PK’s Christmas came early
In a way that just made me bawl.
But the tears were so happy
And with great appreciation
For some work family peeps
Who, with no exaggeration,
Went to super great lengths
And a whole lot of trouble
To make sure that I know
That my huge, blissful bubble
Of wanting to offer
To as many folks as I can reach
A daily dose of inspiration
With just a splash of preach.
But I had no idea
The impact I was making
On the hearts of the many
Who are daily partaking
In the Scripture-based message
From this one tiny voice
And it brought back perspective
I was facing a choice.
I could get all caught up
In the chaos and bedlam
Or I could calm myself down
And just think about Bethlehem.
And the very first Christmas
When the Lord sent his Son
To bring light to the world
And to save everyone.
So I wish for you all
The joy of Christ’s peace
And a reminder that
Love is the true holiday feast.
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist who’s heart is in the right place even though her hair never is. Buon Natale!