‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas

‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas
by Brian Russell


‘Twas the morning before the Night before Christmas and it was still night
This old man awoke with a belly so tight

And try as I may to go back to bed
The excitement of Christmas kept running through my head

You’d think I’d outgrow, listening for reindeer
But my stomach is in knots awaiting good cheer

My years have grown longer, gray hair on my top
But visions of sugar plums just will not stop

If I’m feeling this way on Christmas Eve morn
How will I be on the day He was born?

I guess I’ll be sitting awaiting the clatter
For at two in the morning nothing does matter

And Santa will be here I know in my heart
Climbing down chimneys and doing his part

He may come for children but the love that he brings
Fills my face with a smile and makes my heart sing

And this is the present which I hold so dear
The love of the season fills my eyes with good tears

So I send you my love as I wait for daylight
Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!

Everyday should be Mother’s Day

Everyday should be Mother’s Day
by Brian Russell
the old man

Once a year is not enough
To honor you with mushy stuff
Even Hugs and Kisses are far too few
To show the love I have for you

I could fly to the moon and back
And ride on every railroad track
I’ll never find the perfect treasure
To show my love and bring you pleasure

Jewelry, candy, plants and more
And everything inside the store
My love could not be shown by things
Not even small cute figurines

Poems and pots of violets of blue
Cards made by hand just for you
Everything I have in mind
Could never measure the love I find

You’ve given me so much more
Than what could be found in any store
Filling my life with hope and love
And teaching me of the Lord above

For no matter what I say or do
The love inside I have for you
Could never be shown in just one day
That’s why Everyday should be Mother’s Day