A Very Married Christmas

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the kitchen
There was crap everywhere and I couldn’t stop bitchin’
Dirty dishes were stacked on the counter with care,
As hubby ignored them, I gave him a glare 

The laundry sat piled in mounds on the floor
I had just started sorting, but there still was much more
Hubby started to grumble, and I started to nag
We had just discussed cleaning, as I picked up a rag 

When down in the basement, arose such a clatter,
I ran down the stairs, to see what was the matter.
Away to the Man Cave I flew like a bird
I worried and wondered about what I had heard 

I braced myself as I made my mad dash
Perhaps something was broken, there had been loud crash
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a loud movie playing, and a cup filled with beer! 

I stood for a moment, unable to think
Was he watching a movie and having a drink?
More rapid than eagles, mean thoughts came to mind
As he grinned and retreated and cowered in kind 

“I’m sorry, I’m stupid, I’ll clean & I’ll scrub”
“I’ll vacuum, I’ll launder, I’ll scour the tub”
I promise I’ll help you, I’ll help clean the house
He muttered and stammered as meek as a mouse 

He grabbed the remote and shut off the TV
He arrived in the kitchen and stood beside me
He sheepishly smiled and picked up a dish
The magic of Christmas.. I was getting my wish 

And then, as I baked, and started to cook
I heard hubby humming, so I just had to look
The vacuum was running, the dusting was done
If I do say so myself, he was having some fun 

The laundry was folded, the beds were all made
The cookies were baking, the bills were all paid
As a team we can do more, I had to decree
And, as much as he fought it, he had to agree

That evening we snuggled, the chores were all done
Our home was now ready for holiday fun
I told him I loved him, he said, “love you too..”
“But, don’t expect cleaning, when there’s man stuff to do!”