‘Twas the Night Before Christmas...

Can we have our presents now mummy, please please please?

Just one little darlings, just one before bed.

Can we have a cookie mummy, Santa won’t eat them all?

Well okay then poppets, but don’t make a mess.

Can we sit at the table and drink some warm milk mummy?

My sweet cherubs why not? I’ll come join you too.

Can we dress up the tree mummy it’s looking quite bare?

Well I think it’s okay as it is to be fair.

Oh mummy, dear mummy just a bauble or two?

Well, okay then I suppose it wont do any harm.

Did you cook the turkey yet mummy? I can’t smell a thing,

Why would I sweet child? It’s for morning to do.

Can we have some more milk mummy? It’s warm in my belly,

Of course you can lovely, stay here I’ll be back.

Mummy look, is it Santa on his sleigh that I see?

Oh no, not yet honey for asleep you will be.

Mummy I’m not tired, I might need some more milk.

Your brother and sister are sound asleep,

What could possibly be keeping you up?

No mummy, look mummy, they’re not sound asleep.

So I looked, and I screamed, my three children were gone,

My poor babies were murdered, but how? I’m right here.

I only have three; who’s this child to my right?

Confusion took over my fear on this night.

I fight through my tears, to view what’s before me,

A mirror, my face, staring blankly back at me?

But where is the killer, the slayer of angels?

I search every room, all are empty but one,

The room with the angels so quiet, so still.

I lay down with them all; stroke their hair as I shake.

It dawns on me, the horrors, of which I did make,

As the Mirror had shown me the one of such ilk

It was I with the jug full of poisonous milk.