Jennifer Klein's Directorial Debut

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Meadowly,

Not a creature was stirring, not even Dalai.

The lights were all hung, round the house with great care,

In hopes that the neighbors, would admire them there.

                                             

The family was nestled, all snug in their beds,

While papa mama Klein, had the floor to rest their heads.

And mama in her kerchief, and papa in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long, but unseasonably mild, winter’s nap.

 

When out from the game room, there arose such a clatter,

Papa sprang from his bed, to see what was the matter.

Away to the garage, he flew like a flash,

Tore open the doors, and up the stairs he did dash.

 

The darkness consumed, by cries of Stevie,

That the fuses were out, and ohhh the TV.

And then outside, to his wondering eyes should appear,

No twinkling lights, not trees, not reindeer.

 

With all the lights down, in front and the side,

He knew in a moment, a red fuse must be fried.

More rapid than eagles, ideas came in fast pace,

Where all the red fuses, where all were they placed.

 

Now which little fuse and where did it hide,

In the basement, the kitchen, outside or inside.

To under the wet bar, the room down the hall,

To every red fuse, he must check them all.

 

As wet lights before, the rain caused a sigh,

When the lights meet with moisture, they flicker and die.

So up to the bedrooms, as electrician he flew,

With drive and determination and a flash light too.

 

As he flashed the light quicky, on poor Chris’ head,

He awakened his son, to check your bathroom he said,

Satisfied that that switch, was the way it had been,

A decision was made, whether to check the room of Jenn.

 

His mind quickly flashed, to events of the night,

The games, the merriment, the big scrabble fight.

On the one hand a word, in the dictionary you see,

On the other a bird, its name was Tody.

 

The battle was fierce, led by Frank the night's champ,

Against Neil the loser, constantly reminded by Anne.

And out of the fray, kept the niece from the fight,

And also mama Klein, the scrabble darkhorse of the night.

 

And where was Theresa, to help mediate,

Figuring out a nine letter word for to eat, oh yes masticate.

There was always the matriarch, we could follow what she would say,

The problem is that the loser, would have too much hell to pay.

 

But such rivalries don’t spring from the blue,

From desserts, to dinners, to the unsaved pew.

These things that show family, from phrase overheard,

To jovial laughter, “did I mention it was a bird”.

 

But it was all worth while, when all said and done,

For the return of the daughter, and the prodigal son.

The feelings are heartfelt as the hugs are extreme,

The time too short, fleeting it seemed.

 

The warmth they all share, so palpable you can almost touch,

So on with the Christmas lights, symbolic as such.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

Merry Christmas to all and enjoy all the lights.