THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMASA Poem by Viv Wade It's not Santa who does all the work... T’was the night before Christmas. Down in the kitchen, Our mother was swearing and cursing and bitchin’. “Oh, why is it me who must sort it all out?” She moaned, as she decapitated a sprout. “I do all the cleaning, and shopping, and cooking. I wrap all the presents, when no one is looking. I write all the cards, and put them in the post. I bake the mince pies, like a good Christmas host. I put up the tree, and I hang decorations. I cook Christmas dinner, for all the relations. I even do everyone else’s gift shopping - They’d only forget. It’s no wonder I’m dropping! And every year, it’s exactly the same. It’s really not fair, and I think it’s a shame. It makes me so angry, it drives me berserk! Well I’ve had enough, I can’t take any more!” She stood up, and dropped all the sprouts on the floor.
She went to her laptop, and typed an email, And sent it to every disgruntled female. “Dear women, it’s time that we stopped being a slave, Until our families learn how to behave! Without our hard work, there’d be no Christmas Day! I’m calling a strike! Ladies, what do you say?”
So all of the women downed tools right away, As soon as they read Mother’s communiqué. They all left their homes, walked out into the night. So on Christmas morning, when it became light, The families woke up to no smell of cooking. No sign of the women, although they went looking. No presents to open, and no decorations, And no tasty food, for yuletide celebrations.
The families didn’t know what to say, “Where is our Mum? And where’s our Christmas Day? Not one of the nice things that make Christmas fun Have happened this year - why has nothing been done?” So they all sat down, and they tried hard to think, Why Mother was not in her place, at the sink. And after a while they all started to see, It was overwork that had made Mother flee! “No wonder she’s vanished! We should have tried harder, To help with the shopping, and fill up the larder. We should have done some of the cooking and cleaning, To make Mother do it all was so demeaning! We should have helped out with the presents and cards, We let Mother do it all, that was too hard!
We all had fun, while she did all the labour, Now we’re ashamed of our selfish behaviour. From now on we’ll make sure we all do our share, Give Mother a break, for it seems only fair. She should be allowed to enjoy Christmas too, Relax, put her feet up, with nothing to do.”
So the families sent an emphatic text, “Mothers, please come home! We no longer expect That you should do all of the festive hard work, We’ve all been so selfish, we’ve all been a jerk! Come home and relax, you’ll have no work to do. For this year, we’re all going to wait upon YOU!”
So the women went home, and they sat in a chair, While their families cooked lunch, and ran here and there, Wrapping all the presents, and trimming the tree. While mothers relaxed, and surveyed them with glee.
So this festive season, you know what to do. Please let your poor mother enjoy Christmas too! © 2016 Viv WadeAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthor
Viv WadeBlack Country, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutI always thought I’d like to write A bestseller or two, So I resolved to have a go, And see what I could do. I got my trusty laptop out, Placed it on the table, Plugged it in to charge it .. more..Writing
|
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing
