A Salute to Mrs. Claus

  
 Behind every successful man is a strong and faithful woman.

Santa Claus is certainly no exception.

Even though Santa gets all the credit, all the fame and all the glory

Behind the scenes, it is Mrs. Claus who keeps everything running smoothly

through the busiest time of the year at the North Pole.

Finally!  Mrs. Claus gets the acknowledgement that she deserves.

 

It was the night of Christmas Eve and time for a pause

There collapsed in a corner sat a tired and sleepy Mrs. Claus

The stockings were crooked, the house was a mess

The tree had fallen over, but she couldn't care less.

 Her muscles were aching, her feet were so sore

This overworked spouse couldn't take it anymore.

She and the elves had wrapped presents for many nights through

And she had tape on her fingers, bows, paper and glue.

 

When she lifted her nose and turned her head to the side

She smelled something burning, "My cookies!" she cried.

She was chubby and plump, a quite jolly old soul

From testing each goody and licking each bowl.

At last all was done, by the skin of her teeth

The mistletoe was hung with the holly and the wreath

She remembered Santa saying as he left on his long flight

"You're the greatest, my dear!  Merry Christmas and Good Night!"

 

The elves were all sleeping, each tucked into bed

While visions and fantasies danced in her head

Come next year no more baking or trimming the tree

On the beach with the elves – that is where she would be

And then she envisioned a gorgeous new sable

With emeralds and rubies hung down to her navel.

When up on the roof there arose such a clatter

It ended her dreaming... "Now what is the matter?"

 

Away to the window she flew like a flash

As she tripped on the clutter and hopped over the trash.

When what to her weary red eyes did appear

But an emptied out sleigh and eight hungry reindeer.

And a little old driver so lively and quick

Was worn out by his travels - could this be St. Nick?

"Will you see to the reindeer, my darling?" he said

Kissing his wife as he took off to bed.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen,
Here Comet, here Cupid, here Donner, and Blitzen.
Come down off my roof and be careful - don't fall
You need some warm food and fresh hay in your stall
Mrs. Claus had worked all day long and was covered with soot
And her clothing was stained from her head to her foot.
She flopped down in a chair with no breath left to whistle
A smile on her face made her finally look blissful.

Mrs. Claus could still smile as she relived each scene
For she knew of her part in fulfilling each Christmas Dream.
Santa Claus gets the credit but there's a point to be raised.
Mrs. Claus is the one that should be honored and praised.
So let's give a cheer for each and every Mrs. Claus
Her love and her work deserve a very special applause.

So take to heart the Mrs. Claus that you know
Give her the love that you should show
Share your time while you still have the chance
You never know when it will be the last dance
To all the Mrs. Clauses that have sat on Santa's knee
I Salute You All and a Merry Christmas to Thee.