Tales From an Exhausted Medical Mama

Twas the night before Christmas     When all through the house Not a creature was stirring Not even the adaptive mouse The stockings were hung with care by the chimney A truly awesome fine-motor-skills activity Maybe next year I'll grasp The figurines in the toy holiday nativity? Some children snuggled with weighted blankets in their beds While visions of gluten-free sugar plums danced in their heads And I, decked out in my noise-blocking headphones Had just settled into a very chill zone When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I grabbed my orthotics to see what was the matter Away to the window I trotted on the floor Tore open the shutters—a range-of-motion score! The moon shined on the snow—dare I tread? Come to think of it, I deserve an adaptive sled! When what to my wondering eyes did appear But an accessible sleigh and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver, so full of bilateral coordination and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick More rapid t...