THE MORNING AFTER

The children were nestled, all snug in the bed,

While my stuffed-up sinuses throbbed in my head.

The children slept soundly, reposing quite nice,

While I searched for a hot pack, a cold pack, or ice.

Visions of last evening’s fun danced in their dreams,

While the mess in my living room made me wanna scream!

The children were laying all cuddly and cute,

It took twelve hours for the sugar to finally work through.

How beautiful they now looked in their slumber mode,

Dear God! I look like a hag from the underworld!

They’ll wake up all rested and happy too,

While I still have dozens of Christmas cookies to do!

But the memories they’ll cherish, all of their lives,

Especially Grandma’s refrain of a thousand times:

“If you kids don’t settle down this sleepover is OVER!

And I’m going to take your little butts home!

Oh, c’mon, now. Grandma didn’t mean to make you cry.

No, no, I’m not going to take you home. I promise!

Here, have another cookie . . .

PLEASE!”

Always, Em-Musing