‘Twas the night before TicMas…

…And all through the house
My Stinker was squeaking
A bit like a mouse

It wasn’t too bad, but it did make me pause
That I’d sure like a gift from dear old Santa Clause
One for myself cause’ I’m selfish that way

But one also for you to arrive Christmas Day
Just a wee little something for us all to calm down
When Tourettes takes our smiles and turns them to frowns

You see, you folk are e-mailing me all over the place
That your kids’ tics are growing at quite a fast pace
You’re all freaking out

“Could it be sugar or Grinches
That’s causing the coughs and the crazy nose pinches?”
And while some of its diet and perhaps lack of sleep

The truth is that none of this might cause the squeaks
It could just be that tics go up and go down
And who knows the darn reason those darn tics hang around!

So Dear Santa, it’s Andrea… help me to feel fine
For my son feels content
Help me, too, fall in line!

Bring me a present that might not mean healing
But instead comes with grace and with thanks and good feeling
For my boy – he’s so big now – oh, my, how he’s grown

Give it 10 years and I’ll be here alone
I don’t want to be thinking, “I missed this great season…
…I was freaked out and stressed. I blame tics for the reason!”

No, let me remember that all kids have stuff
It’s our love and our compassion
that must be enough

So to moms out there struggling, with all of my might
Take my virtual hugs
It’ll all be alright!

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