One of my favorite family Christmas traditions is either reading or listening to Twas the Night Before Christmas Poem. I know all too well what the first night home can be like for parents, so I thought I’d try my hand at creating my own comical version.
You’ve dreamed about what the first night home will be like with your new baby since you found out you were pregnant or got the official notice on your adoption and now it is finally here. Let’s face it, parenting can be overwhelming, baby’s don’t come with an instruction handbook and they can’t tell you what they want. Parenting takes strength and determination! Enjoy the adventure.
Twas the night the baby came home and all is a fog
Not a parent was sleeping, not even the dog;
The clothes were all washed and hung out to dry
If I didn’t sleep soon, I would definitely start to cry
The world was sleeping all snug in their beds,
While visions of an all-nighter, danced in our heads,
With baby in her jammies and I in fuzzy socks
Had just settled down to stare at the clocks
When down in her diaper there rose a great thunder
I sprang from my bed to see what was that wonder
Away to the changing pad I flew like a flash
Tore open the diaper and threw it in the trash
Her bare bottom on the pad of our overstuffed chair
Gave us new meaning that she is more than a cute teddy bear.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a liquidy substance and a whole lot of fear
With a tiny sweet body, so loud and so strong
I knew in a moment, that something went wrong
More rapid than a faucet, the poop just kept coming
And I whistled and shouted and prayed it to stop
Now princess, sweet angel, now baby and sister
On mother, on father, on hamster oh mister!
To the top of the onesie, on the sides of the wall
Now wipe away, wipe away, wipe away ALL
As warm wipes in my hand all covered in brown
I knew that tonight would end with a frown
So off went the onesie, the washer no match
With burp clothes and blankets to hurry and catch
And then in a twinkling, I saw in her eyes
The rumblings of something to what a surprise
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Up her esophagus milk came with a bound
Her body was now wet, from her head to her foot
It shook and it shivered and smelled like old soot;
A bundle of clothes so far out of reach
The fine hairs on her body made her look like a little fuzzy peach
Her eyes how they shimmered, her nose how merry
Her cheeks when she cried lit up like a cherry
Her sweet little mouth drawn up like a bow
And the color of her skin was turning yellow
The stump of her cord, laid tight on her belly
Once insulated and protected- with Whartons jelly
She was skinny and small, a right jolly cute elf
And I laughed when I saw her in spite of myself
A curve of a smile and a nod of her head
Reassured me to know, I had nothing to dread
I spoke not a word but my heart melted inside
I was given a gift of to which I would abide
As she curled her hand around my pointer finger
I wished I could stay here forever and linger
She opened her mouth, her tongue tried to lick
To keep her from screaming I had to act quick
The sun was still hidden, she was now fast asleep
Colleen would be here soon and not let her peep.
To all of my friends, as I bid you good day, PLEASE take my advice
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Merry Christmas to ALL and to ALL a good night!
Sweet Dreams,
xoxoxoxxo