The Night Before The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before the night before Christmas and there did I sit.
In front of my laptop thinking, "Man, I'm a twit!"
It's been near a month since I posted a blog,
So I thought, "why not now?" as I sipped some egg nog.

This blogging, I've learned, for the fainthearted it's not.
Keeping up, staying current, posting often - it's a lot!
When you consider my day job, and being a dad,
My "free" time is little, it's really quite sad.

Like most of my peers I have much on my plate.
Sometimes it's too much and I just want to skate.
But, no, that won't do, my wife's there to remind me,
She works just as hard, if not harder, you see.

For nearly three decades she's been by my side.
Through thick and through thin, through low and high tide.
My angel has been there, committed and true.
What more could I ask? What more could she do?

As I look out my window and ponder next year.
I do so undaunted, and free of all fear.
With Christmas so close, only two days away,
I know what to write and I know what to say.

We may not be blessed to have presents galore,
But we're blessed nonetheless; what we have is much more.
Our children are here. We're all healthy to boot.
The love that we share makes the other stuff moot.

I can't think of anything more that I'd want.
To hell with the rest, if I may be so blunt.
My wife and my kids are what give my life meaning.
So Christmas with them is all I'll be needing.

Happy Holidays To All, On One of the Few Days I'm NOT . . .

. . .Wishin' I Was Fishin'