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Sweet Mother Christmas has fallen asleep,
with grandchild in arms, presents all wrapped
a 5 a.m. husband floor creaking around.

Sleepy eyed husband just Rockwells the scene
joy slips in his heart, mem’ries come back,
his mind fills with happy, a grin lips his mouth.

Dear Mother Christmas is remming her dreams,
bereft of alarms, daylight on tap,
awaiting the move of the felt advent mouse.

— The End —