RetroElf

Every Grinch down in Grinchville disliked Christmas alot,
But the "Bells" who lived just south of Grinchville did NOT!
The "Bells" loved Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Oh, please do ask why, although you, yourself, are sure to know the reason.
It could be that their name is part of a song.
It could be that they think being a Grinch is being a "ding-dong".
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that their hearts were filled with such love as to keep them from being so small.

But,
Whatever the reason,
Their name or their heart,
They stood there on Christmas Eve, feeling sorry for the Grinchs,
Running about in their home on the hill, the "Bells" could not frown
At the warm lighted windows in their home far from town.
For they knew Paige (still up in Grinchville for half a day) would be rushing home to her family to stay.
A pizza for dinner, earlier called in,
Put an end to the day in Grinchville and then.....
Sock monkey pjs for lil' sis and big
Please don't forget brother, cute little kid.
Striped candy cane pjs for Mommy and Daddy
Couldn't forget them, or they'd think we'd been naughty.
"Santa Claus" filled the anxious silence of supper,
Eaten so early, it could have been a late"lupper".

For a moment everyone sat quietly on top of that hill,
For there were gifts to be opened this night still.
Soon gifts were passed around,
After Mrs. "Bells" camera finally no longer made a flashing sound.
Daddy with a scarf and Mommy with her topless mittens,
Perfect for crafting and sewing in the cold
They loved them as we have been told.
Mommy had one last gift- a new book to read.
Oh, yes, another one, indeed!

Then, sisters and brother began to tear in,
Having waited anxiously to begin.
A cameo brooch from sweet little brother,
Carefully picked out by his mother.
A few new dvds,
All favorites to be seen.
Old potholders, Santa mugs, an apron, and multi-colored tin cups,
Just made big sis want to shrill in delight then put her feet up.
Pearl earrings, high-heels, and warm flannel sheets
All to be worn and enjoyed- so I think.
The biggest could not be wrapped, so had to be hidden
In Mr. and Mrs. Bells closet- no, I'm not kiddin'!
What use to be white, but is now worn with age,
Trimmed in Turquise blue- an old suitcase!

After moments of tearing, and talking in glee,
It was then followed by an hour or so of playing by all three.
Then, finally off to bed they all slumped,
Warm and toasty in little sister's room, in a clump.
For tomorrow, they knew both "Bell" girl and boy would wake bright early.
They'd rush down to their stockings, then quietly shake their wrapped toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That is one thing to be stated!
The sweet gentle cheers and playful laughing that would all day fill the home,
Unlike any other they have known.
"I'm tired of waiting.", Little sister declared. "I am going to know what is in my stocking. I'm getting up."
Then little brother followed, then Paige, even little pup!
In the chilly Christmas morning, they all quietly waited.
Mommy and Daddy weren't up yet- what more can be stated.
Until then, they all studied,
A new toothbrush, some candy, and even CHERRY SOURS!
Then slowly waited, feeling as if the clock ticked for hours.
Then up came both Bells, with smiles on their faces,
Mommy making homemade hot chocolate before taking their spaces.
After gifts were opened, they all quietly sat.
Till' Daddy started the ham in the fryer, in fact.
Together they sat at the big dining room table.
The lights shining brightly outside on every gable.
The "Bells" dinner was good.
Their dinner was neat.
The Bells dinner was a perfect Christmas feast.

Late that night, they all cradled the thoughts of this year's Christmas time.
Little sister thinking her MP3 player to be one of a kind.
While little brother's race track being the neatest in everyone's mind.
Their lights had shone brightly when they said goodnite.
Christmas kisses had been stolen without mistletoe in sight.
Their love and excitement, good wishes, and cheer
Could not not in this night disappear,
Not this year, nor next, nor anytime near!

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
-Paige

P.S. Due to safety precausions necessary today, let it be know the last name in the poem is fake.