T'was the night before Christmas
And the Madsen fam'ly
Gobbled down a big feast
Made by Maren - yummy!



After dinner they opened
One present each
The gifts were all jammies -
Joshie's had feet.



And then it was time
For a family tradition
Just one good group picture -
Maren's greatest ambition!

And then we took pictures
Of our two little boys
And we played and we wrestled
And made lots of noise.




Then on to the books
Daddy started to read
Mommy's favorite? The Red Ranger Came Calling
By the great Berkely Breathed.


The hour was late
It was nigh time for bed
But first Spence had to make sure
That the reindeer were fed.

Then a quick Christmas snack
And a letter to Santa that read
"You can play with my computer
But not too long, 'cause mom said."

It was way past bed time
"We're not tired!" the boys lied
We told them "Too bad"
And of course Joshie cried.

Despite the excitement
And all of the treats
The boys went to bed
Without fuss - what a feat!
Santa came to our home
At ten o'clock that night
And left presents for all
What a magical sight!

(Sincerest and most humble apologies to Clement Clarke Moore!)
Gobbled down a big feast
Made by Maren - yummy!
After dinner they opened
One present each
The gifts were all jammies -
Joshie's had feet.
And then it was time
For a family tradition
Just one good group picture -
Maren's greatest ambition!
And then we took pictures
Of our two little boys
And we played and we wrestled
And made lots of noise.
Then on to the books
Daddy started to read
Mommy's favorite? The Red Ranger Came Calling
By the great Berkely Breathed.
The hour was late
It was nigh time for bed
But first Spence had to make sure
That the reindeer were fed.
Then a quick Christmas snack
And a letter to Santa that read
"You can play with my computer
But not too long, 'cause mom said."
It was way past bed time
"We're not tired!" the boys lied
We told them "Too bad"
And of course Joshie cried.
Despite the excitement
And all of the treats
The boys went to bed
Without fuss - what a feat!
Santa came to our home
At ten o'clock that night
And left presents for all
What a magical sight!
(Sincerest and most humble apologies to Clement Clarke Moore!)
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