T’was Seven Before Dawn

A Poem by Wingless Angel

Chaos after Claus

T'was the morning of Christmas & all Seven were there,
Chomping at their bits at the top of the stairs.
Their stockings were empty, the toys all around
As the Children's treasures were left on the ground
They whispered and laughed as they waited to descend
Upon the mountain of goodies which had no end
Santa was gone and Mom was barely asleep
When the horde at the top slowly began to creep
Momma cried out, with a huff and a puff
Don't you dare come down to see all the stuff.
So quietly the children returned to their loot
Played with their toys and worked hard to be mute
Time seemed to drag on and on and on,
Then they nagged the youngest to be their pawn
You must be the one, you have to believe
That Mom will not care if you tug on her sleeve.
So the wee little orphan, crawled quietly down.
Alone in the dark, she looked all around
Santa had come, the tree was aglow
Presents were everywhere, She just had to go
To awaken the mother before it's too late
She quietly whispered, Mom are you awake?
Then with a leap and a tumble, the orphan did run
Before the mother threatened their fun.
But the mother was ready she knew it was time
To let loose the children, to give them the sign
So she whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Karen, now Chris, now Kevin and Pam
On Susie, On Barbara, On Helen, Come see.
Christmas is here, It's time to be free.
Then from above there arose such a clatter
She knew she must stand clear of the matter
As the children stampeded down the stairs without care
Momma sighed with relief, My nightmare is over until next year