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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