Does bedtime feel like a futile battle,
a quotidian struggle with entitled tots
that leaves you deflated and a little defeated?

Does your mini-me’s drama make you moan,
and crave the silent and comforting cold
of the deep, long-lasting darkness of sleep?

If so, this might be the poem for you:

A bilingual Christmas poem I had published last year.

Buon Natale a tutti!

"Christmas Mourning" by Vassar Miller