Twas the Night Before Christmas



Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the land

Type 1's went to dinner

With insulin in hand

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In hopes that a pump or a pen might come there

D-Warriors were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of glucose-tabs danced in their heads

Parents peaked through their fingers and cracks in the door

Hoping for sleep, steady levels and more

Know not, did they, of D-Warriors sly elves,

Who watched them work hard, from high up on shelves

They watched and they waited, filled with great cheer.

For Christmastime is really here! 

Then they heard a loud sound, and so they were quick.

To look out the window, and caught a glimpse of St. Nick!
And they heard him declare as he flew out of sight,

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!


Thanks for reading this week's post of That Stupid Pancreas!

I hope that you have a wonderful holiday, and I will be posting more in the New Year!


MERRY CHRISTMAS TYPE 1 WARRIORS!!!




*all credit for the poem goes to D-Camps' Instagram page. I found the poem there, and I slightly modified it. I did not write all of it.


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