‘Twas the day before Christmas and I checked my list,
I wanted to make certain there was nothing I’d missed.
Monday evening will be Church then a Swedish smorgasbord.
My family is here and I need to feed the hungry hoard.
I have cheese and crackers for starters, and a baked Brie.
We’ll munch and we’ll talk as we gather ‘round the tree.
There will be herring, two ways, and some fresh shrimp, too,
(Well, as fresh as the markets in Colorado can do.)
I’ll make deviled eggs, Mr. Dreamy says, “Delish”
But I have to admit I don’t particularly care for that dish.
Then we’ll move on to cold meats and a selection of breads
With mayonnaise and mustard and lingonberry spread.
Next come the warm foods, spread out on the buffet
Swedish meatballs, potatoes, and a sausage-onion bake.
Finally we’ll enjoy cookies, apple pie and some treats,
With coffee, and egg nog, and sweet after-dinner drinks.
We’ll open our gifts, one by one so we can see
What everyone’s given to each other, and what's under the tree.
I hope that each kid gets all that he wishes
I’ll try to ignore the mess and the stacks of dirty dishes.
They’ll have to wait. They won’t go away.
It’ll be time for bed, as it’s almost Christmas Day.
The stockings are hung on their new stocking hooks
I’ll fill them later when no one can look.
I think that I’m ready. I think it’s just right.