And all through the house,
Not a thing was in place,
Not even Big Mama’s computer mouse.
Toys were strewn from here to there.Amongst paper and ribbons and Rosin’s dog hair.
The stockings were thrown on the floor with abandon,
The contents spread all around like a fountain.
And Big Mama and Big Daddy surveyed the wild scene,The beautiful sight of The 4 B’s glee.
Brailey and Britt’s faces shining with love,
And laughter and joy like two turtle doves.
Big Mama said “Now we must clean up this mess,”Her voice carrying some leftover Christmas stress.
Big Daddy and the The Little B’s responded right quickly,
Not wanting to risk Big Mama turning sickly.
And with all the debris neatly stashed in a bag,Big Mama relaxed and kept free from her nag.
This left them all able to put things together,
Things Santa had brought through the icy cold weather.
And their hearts all swelled with more love and delight,As they enjoyed every second of their Christmas flight.
And oh yes, don’t you fret, they do know the real reason,
For the beautiful holiday and the whole Christmas season.
Hence their singing of the Happy Birthday song,For the true King of the World, for whom so many long.
“Happy Birthday to Jesus,” The 4 B’s sang with their might,
“A blessed day to you all, and to all a good night.”