Twas the Week before Christmas...

And all through house, everyone was puking, just missed my blouse.
The stockings were hung on the wall with care,
Better be sure it's all even and fair.
The children took turns sleeping on mom and dad's floor,
In hopes that there would be puking no more.
And ma' in her sweats and dad on the pot,
Complaining his stomach sure hurt a lot.
When in the oldest's room there arose such a clatter,
I ran down the stairs to see what was the matter.
Away to the bathroom, I flew like a flash
When I opened the door, I heard a big splash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The toilet being missed and the splash far and near.
With a hunched over child calling, "Come quick",
I knew in a moment.. another one is sick.
The next morning, in my room they all came,
And I whispered and uttered each child by name;
Now Morgan! Now Avery! Now Sydney! Now Jordan!
We have to kick this sickness before Christmas mornin'
To the vitamin C, to the hydrating water!
Go my young son and my 3 daughters!
And, then in a twinkling, I heard down the stairs,
The screaming and fighting of which one is theirs'.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the stairs I came running with a bound.
They were not dressed or ready at all,
They still were in PJs from the big to the small.
I said not a word, just gave them a look,
When they got bored, I said "read a book".
And putting their finger inside of their nose,
they heard the exclaiming of "No!" and my woes.
We spent the day making and wrapping our presents,
We ended the evening by being quite pleasant.
Although it's not perfect and not everything is right,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!!