The magical bah humbug mommy

Tis the Season

For shopping with no money

     For deals and steals galore...which I can't afford.

For wondering and waiting to find out when and if I have the kids,

     The ongoing debate with their Dad draining and raining on my holiday parade.

For not getting my Thanksgiving supper

     Because by the time I fill everyone else's plate,

     My toddler has reached the throwing food on the floor stage.

For finding that Christmas is for children

     And once you have children, discovering you're not one anymore.

For children dying to talk to Santa

     But too terrified to do so.

For hearing that you can get loved ones something small

     When you were thinking nothing at all.

For finding that the excitement of the season

     Has been replaced by the exhaustion of the season.

But also for finding

     Wonder of wonders

     That I, little old me, have the power to make magic.

In the hustle and bustle,

In the humbug of being a parent and dealing with the stress,

Of not wanting to decorate, shop, cook, and clean,

It is easy to forget,

     That each little story, each light, each decoration,

     Every Santa spied out of the corner of an eye,

     Is a magical moment

     For little folks full of wonder.