'Twas the Intimate Night before Christmas

Today I’m blogging over at Unveiled Wife, with a twist on Clement Moore’s famous poem, “‘Twas the Night before Christmas.” Here’s a taste (and then the link to the rest):

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even your spouse.
You hung your stockings by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the two of you soon would get bare.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Santa teddy and cap,
Was eager to wake hubby from his brief nap.

With hopes that your kids wouldn’t hear the clatter,
You sprang to the bed ’cause you know it matters.
His eyes flew wide open with a flash,
And he smiled at his beautiful wife, so rash.

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Even in the busy holiday season, it’s important for your marriage to prioritize intimate time together. To read more of this poetic encouragement (“‘Twas the Intimate Night before Christmas”), click over to my post at Unveiled Wife.