2012 Christmas Poem

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not even Westin was stirring just like my spouse;
Westin’s G-tube food was prepped and blended with care,
In hopes that someday no G-tube would be there.

Westin was all nestled and snug in his bed,
While thoughts of reduced fluid rang in his head;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and Westin in his casts,
And hope that his increased flexibility from tethered cord surgery lasts.

When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
It was Jordan jumping at Geckos to watch them splatter;
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Pulled Jordan back and got out the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new-vacuumed floor,
Showed the work of the cleaners who came in before;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fast rolling blur I could see in the mirror.

With a loud little holler, so lively and fast,
I knew in that moment Westin was having a blast;
More rapid than eagles his rolling became,
And then out of nowhere he lifted his brain!

He rolled to the living room with red ball in hand,
Right over to the TV up on the stand;
With a huff and a puff he was trying to sit,
But his pants were so tight they were starting to split.

He signed “more” and “please” like a nice little boy,
Wanting to watch TV or play with a toy;
I sat him in his chair and turned on the show,
It was a Nickelodeon Christmas don’t ya know.

“Now, Blue! now, Steve! now, Tasha and Pablo!
On, Austin! on, Uniqua! on, Tyrone and Diego!
With all my friends that I watch with delight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!

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