The poem below is a piece that I remember my mom reading at a church Christmas party when I was still in grade school. I had tried googling/yahooing it several times--assuming that she had probably found it in a humorous collection somewhere. BUT I found her original, typed copy in among a box full of pictures. It is too good to keep to myself.
SEE MOTHER. FUNNY, FUNNY MOTHER.
See Mother. See Mother laugh. Mother is happy.
Mother is happy about Christmas.
Mother has many plans. Mother has many plans for Christmas.
Mother is organized. Mother smiles all the time.
Funny, Funny Mother.
See Mother. See Mother smile. Mother is happy.
The shopping is all done. See the children watch TV.
Watch children watch.
See the children change their minds.
See them ask Santa for different toys.
Look, Look, Mother is not smiling.
Funny, Funny Mother.
See Mother. See Mother sew.
Mother will make dresses.
Mother will make robes.
Mother will make shirts.
See Mother put the zipper in wrong.
See Mother sew the dress on the wrong side.
See Mother cut the skirt too short.
See Mother put the material away until January.
Look, Look. See Mother take a tranquilizer.
Funny, Funny Mother.
See Mother buy raisins and nuts.
See Mother buy candied pineapple and powdered sugar.
See Mother buy flour and dates and pecans and brown sugar and bananas and spices and vanilla.
Look, Look, Mother is mixing everything together.
See the children press cut cookies.
See the flour on their elbows.
See the cookies burn. See the cake fall.
See the children pull taffy. See Mother pull her hair.
See Mother clean the kitchen with the garden hose.
Funny, Funny Mother.
See Mother. See Mother wrap presents.
See Mother look for the other end of the scotch tape roll.
See Mother bite her finger mails.
See Mother go.
See Mother go to the store 12 times in one hour.
Go, Mother, go.
See the faraway look in Mother’s eyes.
Mother has become disorganized.
Mother has become disoriented.
Funny, Funny Mother.
It is finally Christmas morning. See the happy family.
See Father smile.
Father loves the fruitcake.
Father loves the Christmas pudding.
Father loves all the new neckties.
Look, Look, See the happy children.
Santa was very good to the children.
The children will remember this Christmas.
See Mother. Mother is slumped in a chair.
Mother is crying uncontrollably.
Mother does not look well.
Mother has ugly dark circles under her bloodshot eyes.
Everyone helps Mother to bed.
See Mother sleep quietly under sedation.
See Mother smile.
Funny, Funny Mother.
Written and performed by Nancy Kathleen Burton Wagstaff
Probably in the late 1960s or early 1970s while we lived in Minnesota.