Friday night, a knock on my door,
My sister’s plea, I can’t ignore.
"Just this weekend, they’ll be good," she said,
With extra cash, her words stuck in my head.
Three little monsters tearing up my space,
Crayons on walls, toys all over the place.
I chase them around, cleaning every mess,
Breaking a sweat in this chaotic stress.
They laugh, they cry, then start a new fight,
My patience is worn, but I hold on tight.
Their tiny hands pull me back in again,
Somehow their chaos feels less like a pain.
I didn’t ask for this Christmas show,
But here I am, letting my heart grow.
Through the noise, I see the truth,
A flash of joy, a glimpse of youth.
Messy tree, tangled lights,
But something feels so right tonight.
In their eyes, a spark I see,
The joy they bring back to me.
Their giggles remind me of childhood days,
When we made forts in the strangest ways.
My sister’s smile, our games in the snow,
Now it’s their turn, the love will grow.
Tiny feet race across the room,
Filling my heart, erasing my gloom.
They sing off-key, but I hum along,
Their laughter becomes my favorite song.
Messy tree, tangled lights,
But somehow it’s all shining bright.
In their chaos, a gift I see,
This Christmas, they’re saving me.
From the floor, I watch them dance,
Their tiny world, a second chance.
Who knew their love could break my wall,
Turns out, I needed them after all.
Messy tree, tangled lights,
But something feels so right tonight.
In their eyes, a spark I see,
The joy they bring back to me.
Messy tree, tangled lights,
But somehow it’s all shining bright.
In their chaos, a gift I see,
This Christmas, they’re saving me.
Messy tree, tangled lights,
But something feels so right tonight.
In their eyes, a spark I see,
The joy they bring back to me.