Thus the Week Before Christmas

Thus, the week before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring;

not even my spouse

A small Christmas tree had been placed on a stand

So he could “see” Christmas from his power wheelchair

The last of our children this past year had been wed

So, most of my parenting worries I’d shed

While Lynn takes a nap, I put on many hats

I cook, and I clean, and on my keyboard, I tap

When out of the quiet, I hear Lynn start to chatter

I listen intently, wondering now what’s the matter. 

“Hey, Sweetie,” he calls, “can you come get this trash?”

Now, what is he doing? I muse as I dash.

The room, as I enter, looks peaceful and glows

With the lights from the tree and the wreath’s bright red bow

When what to my wandering gaze should appear

But his hand inching forward and heading straight to the gear

With a fear of disaster, I step over a split drink

Knowing in a quick moment,

he’d cross the room in a blink

More rapid than careful toward the joystick, I aimed

As he questioned my purpose and called me by my name.

Waking up a bit more, he asked, “What’s that you’re fixin’?”

I gave him my answer and headed back to the kitchen.

In less than ten minutes

once again, he does call,

A deep sigh I do make

and turn back toward the hall.

As I care for his needs and my hands, I do dry,

I think of our blessings

and joyful tears. I do cry

I admit that, at times, my thoughts can be quite blue

But I know in my heart that our faith is our glue

When I fear we won’t make it, I see I have proof

That our Lord is providing with His Word as the root.

His promises have power; His love does abound

His voice is a whisper, it makes not a sound.

Through Christmas, He gave us the hope of new life

In His wisdom, He gave me to Lynn as his wife

With God’s grace and Lynn’s love, there is nothing I lack

Through my service to both, a small portion I give back.

As I settle back into my chores for the night,

I pray for endurance, understanding, and insight.

With a smile, I keep going, there’s more to get done

Yes, Christmas is here, and we’re saved by God’s Son.

Merry Christmas!

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