Decking The Halls

Thanksgiving is over

Black Friday is too

It's on to December 

There's so much to do!

There's the cards and the tree
And the baking and such
There's shopping and wrapping
There just is so much!

We had to get started

There was work to be done!

The basement held boxes
Of Christmas-filled fun!

So to start off the trimming
The tree was brought up
In the process I twisted 
And hurt my gluteus.

I'd imagined heavenly music
While we decked the halls
But instead it was TV 
And Vikings football. 

I'd envisioned Christmas lights
I love their glow for this reason:

The warmth of the lights

Brings me joy in this season.

So the tree was plugged in

But the lights wouldn't light

The middle was dark, 

Top and bottom were bright.

"Put lights on the list"
My hubby said to me. 
We have to have lights 
In the middle of the tree.

At this point I hoped 

That the Grinch would appear

Take the tree for some fixing

Then bring it back here.

He did not, we forged on
What else could we do?
Things had to get better
That much we knew.

The wreath and the garlands

Were next to be done

But lo, not enough batteries

To tackle this one.

The shopping list grew 

When would this cease?

This decorating was not going

As planned in the least.

The staple gun jammed up

My gluteus was still sore
The excitement I had felt
Was simply no more.

My Christmas-filled vision
Was just not in the cards.
This year the decorating
Just seemed way too hard.

Frustrations were building
And it soon became clear
That the Morrises needed
To find Christmas cheer.

 Then I thought of how simple

That first Christmas was

A manger and baby

A Gift from above.

Christmas should not be

Frustrating or stressed

Hurried or rushed
All running, no rest.

Christmas should be

About one small babe

Who came in this world

With one mission: To save.

Christmas should be

Filled with love, peace, and joy

Brought to the world

In the form of a boy.

So the ornaments will stay

In their boxes this year

Simplicity is the theme

Of Christmastime here.

Just lights and some ribbon

Wrapped 'round the tree

A few simple gifts shared
'Tween Michael and me.

If God was content 

With a manger and hay

For his only Son

To be born and lay

We too should be happy

And celebrate the season
By simply remembering:
He is the reason.