Twas the Month before Christmas

Twas the month before Christmas, when all through our house

There was a creature stirring, much bigger than a mouse.

The diapers were folded by the crib with care,

In hopes that Baby S would soon be here.

The baby was nestled and running out of space,

While common hiccups bounced all over the place.

After mama grabbed a late night snack, we went off to bed

Forgetting about all the sleepless nights that lay ahead.