Twas Two Weeks Before Christmas

Twas the day of vacation, for me but not hubby

I wasn’t stirring, he awoke a bit grumpy

He showered and shaved, his routine am chore

As the covers I pulled up around me some more

I turned off the radio, nestled deeply in bed

While he left for work, a Monday to dread

For it was cold, a terrible freeze which can kill

Minus 41 with that dreaded wind chill

When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter

Hubby was back, in fact never had left

There he was standing looking very bereft

His truck would not start, and not only that

He was dismayed to realize, a tire was flat

I got on the phone to CAA did I call

The wait was six hours – gee is that all?

We waited, but only three – hooray what luck!

Out on our driveway our rescue; the CAA truck

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

A white bearded man – but no tiny reindeer.

Santa had come! Two weeks early oh sure

But more than welcome with a promise to cure

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Filled the flat tire, started the truck with a jerk.

Still in my PJs, I ran for my camera

Threw on my coat for a photo op with Santa

I asked for his picture, a wonderful post this would make

He posed with a smile and other photos I did take

He returned to his truck, packed up and prepared

For the next customer in need, not a moment to be spared

I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove down the driveway

“Merry Christmas to you, and to you a good day!”