A Mother's Prayer to St. Anthony on Christmas Eve
O St. Anthony, my friend,
I'm kind of in a hurry.
It's Christmas Eve,
I have my keys,
but my eyes are going blurry,
for the Scotch tape is missing,
Tommy's shoe has gone astray,
and I misplaced Susie's hair bow.
As for the nativity display . . .
Baby Jesus I hid too well,
and Mother Mary's arm broke,
and the glue too,
it can't be found.
(I long in the tub to soak.)
I meant to bake the cookies,
a week or so ago,
but the baby got sick,
then Jimmy caught the ick,
then Katie and Ellie and Joe.
Though now they're all well,
and baking has commenced,
for some reason or another,
the salt isn't where
I left it over there,
and the cream isn't next to the butter.
I'm not sure where I put the stockings;
the candy canes wandered away.
I had hoped to get the boys haircuts,
but that must wait for another day.
The presents I ordered arrived,
at least I hope that's right,
for not one box I've opened yet.
Oh, please let them be alright!
St. Anthony, we need to go to Mass,
somehow within minutes all,
but Ellie's coat's not in the closet,
my husband lost his wallet,
and Tommy's shoe is still AWOL.
I know it's all bigger than this,
than toys and stockings filled,
I know it means more than cookies
and decorations o'er rilled,
but my heart can't help but worry
when I see them anticipate
sticky, happy goodies
and the fun of gifts they await.
It's time to go to Mass now,
thank you for Tommy's shoe,
and thank you for Ellie's coat,
and all the other many things too.
I have another favor to ask,
I know I ask a lot,
but I'm forgetful and tired,
please pray that I will not
lose what really matters,
and that just as Mary did,
I'll treasure within my heart,
no matter what gets lost or falls apart,
my children, my husband,
my friends and other family too,
and that above all I'll daily live
the Love of Christmas true.
©2018 Emily Woodham