Today’s memory is brought to you via our Christmas Letter from 1977. Just so you know … We have five children, our youngest being born May 5, 1977, and our oldest turning 9 on December 9, 1977.
“Twas the week before Christmas, and all through our house
Not one person was pleasant, not even our mouse.
The whole fam’ly was sick, with some kind of flu,
Even PaPa was home having aches and pains too.
And he with his hanky, to catch all the sneezing,
Was trying to help MaMa reduce some of the wheezing.
And Kimmy, the baby, so sweet and so happy,
Had just settled down for her afternoon nappy.
When from her room there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our sick beds to see what was the matter.
She was jolly and plump, a real cute little elf …
But I gagged when I saw her, in spite of myself.
She was covered with poop from her head to her feet,
And so was her blanket, and pillow, and sheet.
Lynn spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Since she’d filled both her stockings, she went with a jerk
To the john, and was stripped and put in her tubby,
By St. Nick himself, who looked just like my hubby.
He laid both of his fingers aside of his nose,
As the smell from the child in the tubby arose.
And giving a sigh and a nod of his head,
He sent me to clean up the stuff in her bed.
She cleaned up quite well and and was smelling quite nice,
When I saw Lynn in his work clothes and splashing Old Spice.
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight.
“It’s much safer at work. I’ll see you tonight!”