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Twas The Night Before Something… An Autistic Christmas

December 12, 2013

I spotted this here, and I just thought it was so beautiful that it deserves to be shared. I hope the author doesn’t mind!

Twas the night before something,

I wasn’t sure why

everyone seemed too busy,

no massage, no high fives.

These red things were hung

by the chimney with care,

they looked like big socks

but you put stuff in there.

My brother was nestled

all snug in his bed,

while visions of chaos

danced in my head.

My mom in her calm voice

and dad with his pecs

both tried to explain about

what’s coming next.

But before they assured me

there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my swing

to see what was the matter.

Away to the window

I flew like a flash,

I was stimming, head banging

just what was that crash?

The moon on the breast

of the new-fallen snow

glared right at my eyes

like a fluorescent light show.

When what to my dull,

aching eyes should appear,

but a miniature sleigh

and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver,

so lively and quick,

I wished he would slow down

and show me a pic.

More rapid than lightning,

I felt all my fears

as his outdoor voice rumbled..

I covered my ears.

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!

It was jumbled and crumpled

like a puzzle mixed up

and I secretly hoped

all this madness would stop.

As dry leaves that before

the wild hurricane fly,

when they meet with an obstacle,

mount to the sky.

Messed up in a whirlwind,

the reindeer they flew,

with a sleigh full of things, 

I knew I’d never use.

And then, without warning,

I heard on the roof,

the thumping and clawing

of each pounding hoof.

As I covered my head

and was turning around,

down the chimney a stranger

came in with a bound!

He was dressed all in fur,

from his head to his feet,

his hat was uneven,

his clothes were not neat.

He wasn’t in school 

but he carried a sack

so I thought he’d take mommy

and never come back.

I could not make eye contact,

His dimples were scary!

I had never seen anyone

so red-cheeked and hairy!

His droll little mouth

made me squirm in my skin,

out of panic I yanked

at the beard on his chin.

The stump of a pipe

he held tight in his teeth,

fell out of his mouth

and down to his feet.

He had a round face

and a very big belly,

it looked like he spent

too much time at the deli.

He took a deep breath

and stood in dismay,

an expression that I

could not read nor convey.

Mom scolded me quickly

I didn’t know why,

she said, “gentle hands, son!”

and I started to cry.

He spoke not a word,  

And filled all the big socks,

I saw no little mirrors

or smooth, shiny rocks.

And laying his finger

aside of his nose,

and giving a nod,

my anxiety rose!

He sprang to his sleigh,

to his team gave a shout,

and all I could think was,

“he’s finally out!”

But I had to exclaim,

‘ere he flew cross the land,

“I’m not a bad boy,

 I just don’t understand”.

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