Friday, December 24, 2010

Twas the Night Before Christmas Poem- Rewritten

I'm not sure you can top this.  I had my first day of break yesterday, and the goal was to clean the house, including the two squirt's room.  Here is how my Christmas story began....

Twas the first day of Christmas break-

Everything was quiet, and all through the house,
not a creature was whining, not even my youngest mouse.

The stockings were hung on the wall with command adhesive hooks,
and for my future downtime, I had picked several books.

The children were watching some silly cartoon,
visions of all the toys from the commercials landing under the tree soon.

And momma in her ponytail, cleaning the kitchen
was humming Christmas tunes and thinking of stitchen'.

When from under the cabinet overhang, something bit into my heel
A food processor blade slicing me; pure stainless steel!

I dropped to floor with a shout and a scream,
To see that my foot now had a seam.

A four inch long seam, at least half an inch deep,
Made her so mad, she wished that she'd stayed asleep.

Off to the ER, in her manual transmission,
foot wrapped up tight in an army bandage, pain blurred her vision.

11 stitches and a tetanus shot later, she's tucked in her chair
Wishing that fate instead had decided to cut her hair.

There it is folks.  I cut my foot wide open yesterday on a misplaced food processor blade and had to drive myself to the ER, to get 11 stitches and a tetanus shot.  I'm now hobbling around on Christmas eve, trying to get all that last minute business done.  (I'd show you the picture, but it is too gross.) Wish me luck!

Do you have any Christmas injury stories to share?  I'd love to hear that I'm not the only one.  *pout*

Have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year from biologyrose- aka FrankenFoot.


  1. They're not injuries, but Liam has a very snotty nose and I have a bad drug reaction to the rash all over and it itches like crazy!!! Sorry 'bout your foot!

  2. Thanks, Dawn- I've got your shout-out coming tomorrow; didn't want to include it in this post b/c I want a happy post for that!!!

  3. Nice job on the poem, Rose. I have no injury stories to share. I am reminded of the Christmas when I and my three siblings all had the chicken pox. My creative parents convinced us that if we burned our Christmas lists in the fireplace, the ashes would go up the chimney to Santa. And you know, they were right!

    Hope you "heel" quickly.

    David A

  4. I just kicked the vacuum so hard I think my little toe might be broken. :( I say we boycott all this hazardous housekeeping stuff!

  5. Ok, I hate that you hurt yourself on Christmas Eve...but I love that you made it rhyme! Read your poem to everyone at dinner, they loved it =)

  6. Ha! That is great Kathryn! Hope you had a wonderful dinner/night! Did you use your apron? You better have... lol