The night before the night before Christmas

T'was the night before the night before Christmas...
... and all through the bedroom
No once is sleeping. There's nothing but bedlam.
Mama does her reading Nu Nu is awake
Ba ba's making noises: he's got a headache!
The bed is a wreckage the pillows aslant
the sheet long since gone shall we moan? No we shant
The window is open and luckily so
It's eighty degrees! Man I wish it would snow
I know we are Jewish but I've got this thought
Just one silent night oh! I'd be overwrought

Watching the sun rise

Watching the sun slowly peel away the darkness
The pale pink-white houses with their fire escapes
The rusty brown water pressure drums stand sentry for the sun

And my baby sleeps quietly in bed with her mom

Kenyan Twins(2)

For every dorky poem
That talks of Kenyan air
Requires that to get it's due
It have a matching pair

In Kenya when you visit
You will come to know my brother
Matatu climbing comes in pairs
One Mat with the other

So it goes with paper bags
Plastically constructed
You'll never find one all alone
Or one that's been corrupted

Na Kenya when you see the sky
.... It has a second sun!
It's colored blue - with polka dots
And lights up everyone

And just like paper bags and suns
All things here come in twos
That's why I'm glad I'm writing this
To tell you folks the news

Another two are on their way
A pair with matching skins
Two blessings who've been tucked away
In April Kenyan Twins!

Two beauties just beyond compare
Who scarcely make much trouble
'Cause God is good - o God is good
He de go double-double

Kenyan Twins

African twins oh
As cute as can be
Gotta bone up
Gotta learn some Swahili

African twins oh
Are brewing within
Can't wait to meet
Little Chloe and Kim

African twins
who were made for TV
Brenda and Brandon
They surely will be

African twins oh
Together for life
Grow up together
Together they'll fight

African twins oh
I can't wait to greet
cute little Paula
and handsome lad Pete

African twins oh
Born out in the bush
Good like oh my brother
I don't think they'll "shush"

African nephews and
African nieces
I'm sorry folks
but I'm falling to pieces

Baby Yoga

Yoga is good exercise
It works your abs and tones your thighs
But how much higher will you rise
As you look into your baby's eyes?

Yoga is a good work out
It helps to get the bad stuff out
But how much better there's no doubt
As baby rolls and bobs about

Babies playing everywhere
While your arms are in the air
In your yoga you look like a bear
But its so much cheaper than child care!

Yoga yoga all the way
We should do this every day
Babies everywhere at play
while you chant "Namaste"