An Electronic, "Twas the Night Before Christmas" Single Mom, Uses Poetry to Promote Website

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(PRWEB) December 16, 2002 -- It is about a ordinary single mom with extraordinary determination, despite many huge obstacles in her path. Please visit her website and give a small donation! http://lauriemeade.com An Electronic, "Twas the Night Before Christmas"

"An Electronic Night before Christmas"
"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a TV was off, nor a computer, nor mouse;
The family was hooked up electronically, everywhere,
In the bedroom, the kitchen, even the bathroom had a Gameboy
in there.

The children were not nestled all snug in bed,
And mom had visions of tire and fatigue, dancing in her head.
The baby, in the crib, was watching fishie's swim west,
He wasn't even near, settling down to a good night's rest.

When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
Brother was cussing, we all rushed to see what was the matter.
To his horrible indignation, he said with a roar,
"I hate this computer," as he slammed out the door.

The picture on the monitor only showed bright blue space,
Worry and concern were growing on my Dad's pale face;
When, what to his suspicious eyes should appear,
But an error has been fixed window, so he grabbed another beer.

The house was not ready for Santa at all,
Piles of dirty laundry were stacked, on the floor in the hall.
The refrigerator had no turkey or ham, not a bite,
Because Mom hadn't got groceries, she'd had a glitch on her website.

Yet kitty cat slept contently in his bed, all curled up,
And Rover the dog, snored away like a cute little pup.

I said, "Now Momma! Now Daddy! Big Sis, and Big Bro!
This is not the way Christmas is suppose to be,
I want you to know!
Now dash it and darn it! This electronic stuff has to go!"

I was fuming, I was angry as ever,
I cried big tears, and I yelled, "Santa won't come,
I just know he won't, no never,"

But then, in but a twinkling, and in quiet pursuit
We heard Christmas music and saw Santa, in his beautiful red suit.
He was driving his sleigh, through an awesome snowstorm,
But it wasn't outside, it was someplace quite warm.

He was covered in fur, from his foot to his head,
And he twinkled and was animated as so were the reindeer he led;
White trimming around his fat belly twinkled,
and toys piled up on his sleigh,
It made me chuckle with laughter to see him this way!

The end of a stylus he held tight in his fist,
And marked off each stop on his computer generated list.
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a grin
That went almost unseen beneath the beard on his chin.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his chores
And dropped a wrapped package right on the screen window floor.
Then piling them all up, like the game we know as Tetris,
He jumped back in his sleigh, and crumpled up his list in his fist.

I sprang from my chair in front of the TV,
With my hands on my hips, I said, "You guys, listen to me!
They all squinted at me through droopy eyelids,
As if saying to themselves, what's the matter with this kid?"

Just then I heard Brother jump up from his computer chair,
He clapped and he cheered, and jumped to his feet,
"I beat him, I won, It was Santa Claus that I beat."
"I got the high score," he said with a smile,
"As I disgustedly glared at him, all the while."

"That's it," I said, "I have reached my breaking point.
I am going to Sue's house, I am leaving this crazy electronic joint.
They don't have a computer, no internet there,
I'm going to find people with a normal Christmas to share."

Laurie Meade

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