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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas at CCTRP San Diego

A poem written by a current client at CCTRP San Diego

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, everyone was sober, even the mouse.

The NA books were stacked by the chimney with care in hopes that my sponsor soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of sobriety danced in their heads.

Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap had just kicked back to conversate and rap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I jumped from my seat and yelled, “What’s the matter?”

Away to the window, I made a mad dash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The smile on the night of the new fallen snow gave luster of midnight to the objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear? No more drugs, no more alcohol, no more fear!

Each day of sobriety didn’t come quick. I knew my recovery wouldn’t be a quick fix.

But, more rapid than eagles by recovery came and it whistled and shouted and called me by name!

Now steps 1, 2, 3, and 4 – oh, God, allow them to remain at my door.

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! If I should stumble or I should fall, oh, please Lord, let it be your name that I call!

As the dry leaves fall and the new year appears, oh, God, please keep my recovery near!

By WestCare

We're a family of nonprofit organizations providing a wide spectrum of health and human services across the United States, 3 U.S. territories, and 2 Republics.

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