‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse.
He was searching in drawers, in boxes and bags,
for the glasses I needed to write on the tags.
The children were nestled all cozy in bed,
but as morning came closer, I was filled with dread.
‘Cause without those darn glasses, I just couldn’t see.
We searched everywhere, even under the tree!
Then out of the kitchen arose such a clatter,
I ran as fast as I could to see what was the matter.
There they were on the floor, all soaked in molasses.
My husband had found my dear reading glasses!
“Of course,” I remembered, “How could I forget?”
I had needed my readers to make cookie rosettes!
It’s sad, but it’s true, I can no longer cook,
without readers to see in my recipe book.
All through the season my frustration mounted,
my cloudy vision could not be discounted.
When seeking a gift, the colors appeared faded,
I just couldn’t understand why my gifts looked so dated.
And it wasn’t just shopping where I couldn’t see,
It was holiday cards, and ornaments for the tree
The holiday lights all looked so blurry,
So I went to my eye doctor in a hurry.
My eye doctor, who had appeared a bit yellow,
said that my cataracts had made me so mellow.
So by the next Christmas Eve, I was happy to say,
“The colors are bright and crisp Oh joyous day!”
Can you relate? If you think you may have cataracts, you are not alone. Millions of people are diagnosed with a cataract each year. Don’t ignore cataract symptoms. Give yourself a gift this season and schedule an eye examination with a qualified doctor.
