The Morn After Christmas- A Pharmacist's Tale

Twas the morn after Christmas, when all through the pharmacy,

Not a creature was stirring, ‘twas the calm before the crazy.

The filled scripts were hung on the wall racks with care,

Knowing that patients soon would be there

The techs stumbled in, all fresh out of bed,

While memories of Christmas still danc’d in their heads

The Pharmacist waited, white jacket all pressed,

Coffee in hand, eyes taking a rest

When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,

He sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the rolling steel shutters and looked through the glass.

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,

But a frenzied young mom & eight tiny wee dears.

Seeing arms full of tissues, not lively nor quick,

He knew in a moment they must be quite sick.

More rapid than eagles their sneezes they came,

And they wheezed and they coughed as she call’d them by name

“Now! Asher, now! Daniel, now! Polly and Dixon,

On! Cody, on! Carl, on! David and Kristen.

Come stand on the porch! don’t jump on the wall!

Just sit still! Be quiet! I can’t take you all!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So all ‘round their mother, the children they flew,

As she peered inside, hoping they’d open soon.

And then in a twinkling, a jingle of keys,

The doors flew wide open, and in they came with disease.

As he drew in his head, and was turning around,

Into the room they all came with a  bound:

They were bundled in coats, the whole heaping lot,

And their clothes were be speckled with cereal and snot.

New Christmas toys were spread through their ranks

And you just knew that germs were all over the place.

Their eyes – void of twinkles. Their dimples – where were they?

Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like cherries,

But that was from fever, and feeling so weary.

The worn mom looked up, the words would not come,

A stack of white papers she pushed forward with her thumb.

The tech met her eyes, filled with tire and gloom,

And said to her softly, “we’ll have these out soon”.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.

They had it in stock, she’d be on her way!

They fill’d all her scripts, Pharmacy saves the day!

She gathered her brood, herded them all to the car,

Buckled them in, got them packed with a whistle

Away they all flew, like the down of thistle:

But they heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight –

“Health and Wellness to all! Brought to you by Pharmacies bright!”