"The Night Before Christmas" Middle Child Makeover

          As Middle Children of all ages brace themselves for perceived Christmas party snubs and prepare to feel like their siblings are getting better (and more) gifts, it's time to tell the tale of what really happened on Christmas Eve. This is definitely not your father's Christmas classic -- unless he also has Middle Child Syndrome!

The Middle Child's Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas in some other house
the first born and last born were quiet as a mouse.

The one creature stirring, I probably should mention,

was the Middle Child constantly seeking attention.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

still the Middle Child complained, “Theirs are bigger, no fair!”

While the oldest and youngest were snug in their bed,

visions of hand-me-downs danced in his head.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

were so sick and tired of his Middle Child crap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

now what was he up to, now what was the matter?

My wondering eyes through the window could see,
a person I’ve seen many times on TV.

She whined and she moaned, did this blonde haired young lady,

I knew in a moment it must be Jan Brady!

“Marcia, Marcia, Marcia,” I heard her exclaim,

“She gets all the glory, I get all the blame.

If just for one day I could feel like the favorite,

I’d relish the moment, and always would savor it.”