the house was a mess,
and every spare room held an out of town guest.
The stockings were hung,
and the cookies were baked,
And oh, my dear Lord, how my lower back ached!
The children were finally all put to bed.
I looked for some aspirin to ease my poor head.
There was no time to rest in my favorite chair,
for I still had the turkey to stuff and prepare.
I still had some wrapping I needed to do,
along with some dishes and ironing too.
I finally crawled into my bed around 3
after placing the last of the gifts 'neath the tree.
I'd only been sleeping an hour or so,
when I heard a loud noise from the room down below.
I couldn't imagine what caused all that clatter,
so I rose from the bed to see what was the matter.
I found, in the kitchen, my 5 year old child.
He looked up and saw me and sheepishly smiled.
The table was covered with ribbon and paper,
gift tags, crayons, tape and the stapler.
I looked at my son and said "What's going on?
Upstairs in bed sleeping is where you belong!"
"You clean this up now, young man!" I said,
"Then march yourself right back up to your bed!"
His lower lip trembled, his eyes looked so sad.
He whispered, "I'm sorry that I made you mad."
"But, Mommy, I didn't know what else to do.
I needed to wrap up my present for you."
He held out the treasure in his tiny hand.
The paper all wrapped with a big rubber band.
"Would you open it now?" my little one said,
"Could you open it before I go back up to bed?"
I sighed and took the gift from his hand,
and quickly unwound the big rubber band.
I tore off the paper and opened the box,
expecting to find a new pair of socks.
My frustration became almost too hard to hide
when I looked in the box and found nothing inside!
"There's nothing here." I said to my child
"Oh yes there is!" He said with a smile.
"I filled up the box with big kisses from me.
You can take one when ever you need one, you see?"
My eyes filled with tears as I held my son close.
He had given the gift that I needed the most.
I tucked him in bed and thanked God up above
for the sweet precious gift of a little boy's love.
By GardenKeeper
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