T’was the Week Before Christmas
T’was the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not an item was left out, not even a blouse,
The boxes were packed by NW Organizing with care,
In hopes that the movers soon would be there.
The homeowners were celebrating the new life they’d find,
While visions of their new place danced in their mind.
And mom with her luggage, and I with my case,
Were ready to take on this new change of pace.
When down on the road came the truck with a roar,
We ran from the house, met the truck at the door.
To the back of the truck to open the latch,
Tore open the doors and lifted the hatch.
The movers worked quickly, so lively and fast
We knew in a moment this would be in the past.
With care and precision, the movers they came,
They hollered, and shouted; called boxes by name!
“Now bedding, now towels! Now, dishes and pans!
On, chairs! On, tables! On dressers and fans!
To the top of the truck! To the top of the wall!
Now move it all! Move it all! Move it all, haul!”
Then on to the new house the movers they flew,
With the truck full of clothing and furniture too.
They arrived at the spot and smiled with glee.
“This home will bring joy to this family you’ll see.”
The organizer entered and went straight to her work,
Unloading the boxes without even a shirk.
She helped set the place up so perfect, for certain,
Arranging their goodies, even hanging the curtains.
We opened the door, to our face came a smile,
The place it was finished, in such a short while
So all heard us exclaim, as we knew it would prove,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good move!”
© 2011 & 2017 Beth Giles