‘Twas Christmastime at Casa B;
The family gathered ’round the tree.
We opened gifts — we each had a few:
A book, a cue ball — a bracelet, too.
A new RoadID — complete with new name and new emergency contact number!
In lieu of going overboard with gifts under our tree,
We bought gifts for those who might not have any.
Admittedly, I probably had more fun shopping for an infant boy than for my grown-up husband.
Then we made a breakfast treat,
And headed back to bed to eat.
Blueberry pancakes (and one with gummy bears, too), bacon and tea.
After that we held hands and strolled,
Down the street, into the cold.
Bundled up — aka “Representing the Lions”
The phone rang, and what should we hear
But the voice of my sweet mother dear,
“We’re on our way, we’re coming down.
Make a smile from your homesick frown.”
Mr. B then left for work.
I cried and cried like a mopey jerk.
But not to worry, a knock soon came,
And Mom and Dad came in the frame.
Two of my most favorite people.
Christmas went from sad to happy,
Leaving this Mrs. B so sappy.
My parents only stayed a bit,
Just long enough to talk and sit.
They had to go and visit others.
(I have a lot of sisters and brothers.)
After they left, I headed out;
When I get to run, it’s hard to pout.
Christmas runs deserve a skirt.
Six miles ahead, in the cold winter night,
Just me, myself and winter’s bite.
I found snow on my run!
Though it got a little dark for me,
And mile six turned quite speedy.
After my run, I walked around
To see the lights of this cute town.
They wrapped around my favorite dam.
So glad I had my telephone cam!
At home I took a nice, hot shower
And realized ’twas the dinner hour.
I poured a bowl of cold cereal
And enjoyed my quiet Christmas meal.
After dinner, I had a nice chat
With my favorite Rosebud (fancy that!)
Even our Christmas trees had some FaceTime!
We talked and laughed and had some fun.
Then, sadly, good-bye had come.
I still needed to call the rest of the crew.
And tell them all “I love you.”
At Christmastime and all the year,
Family is what I hold most dear.
I said my hellos and then my good-byes,
A little misty, around the eyes.
Then the time finally came to await Mr. B.
Work was ending; he was coming home to me.
We were all eagerly awaiting Mr. B’s arrival home.
So Christmas had come, and quickly it went.
Our first married Christmas we had so spent.
Mr. B working; I doing “stuff.”
Being apart, yeah it was tough.
Lucky for us, we’ll have many more;
The future has lots of Christmases in store.
This year it never really felt right,
But I still got to hug Mr. B tight.
And that, in itself, is a gift I adore.
His love, his sweet hugs, you can’t buy at a store.
I counted my blessings, then counted them twice;
My life is so full of gifts oh-so nice.
Yeah, Christmas this year wasn’t quite like I’d planned,
But I’m still the most blessed girl in this land.
I have love, I have light, I have the very best life.
I’ve got family and friends — and I’m Mr. B’s wife.
The best gift of all — my Mr. B