These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

'Twas the Night Before Christmas - Reminiscent Version

'Twas the night before Christmas, all frigid and wet,
but the family was home with our duties all met.
The stockings were pulled o'er my now thankful feet,
twinkling lights all around in my cozy retreat.

The papa had wrapped all the last-minute gifts
in hopes, that their joy would all spirits soon lift.
The child was still playing her Mine Craft apace
with visions of flan, that her plate once did grace.

Her Mom was now sleeping with Kindle in hand,
and I at my laptop a poem to plan.
When there, in the middle of night, I found cause
to put down my laptop, and take a long pause.

Everyone else in the house was asleep,
and I in my quiet, barely making a peep,
knew, that time had now come for to hie me to bed,
so the good morrow of the sun 'twouldn't find me sleeping instead.

by Jay O'Toole
on December 24th, 2020