Not a creature was stirring, not even mom's spouse. (he plays video games and doesn't move)
The child was nestled all snug in her bed (well actually her Rock n Play because she hates her bed),
Oh wait, is that a blanket that's covering her head?!
And I on my blanket and mom passed out in the sack,
We layed down for what turned out to be a cat nap.
When all of a sudden we heard such a clatter,
It was the baby crying, what the hell could be the matter?
We sprung from the bed (after waiting 10 minutes) and stumbled to the noise,
And kept reminding ourselves of these parenting joys.
With you wide-awake, not an end in sight,
My and mom's eyes began to fill with fright.
No breast, no paci, not even some gas,
Could get this crying to quickly pass.
On mom's lap, on mom's shoulder, or cradled like so,
Drift off to sleep, oh please won't you go.
Your eyes how the twinkled, oh wait, that's just tears,
This may pan out to be a long 18 years.
When all of a sudden mom looked down and saw,
Those lids start to close, I can now rest my paws.
Dreaming of prunes (please poop again soon) we swaddled you tight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
"That'a knee slapper Nelson" -Charlotte
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