It’s Christ mas a. m., and the gifts are unwrapped;
The kids have got games, and their father is trapped.
And out in the kitchen, who looks can find mother–
For her, any day is a lot like another.
(Except for her smile with that heavenly trace–
“God Bless you, dear family” all over her face)
by Ray Romine Monday, December 25, 1950
