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The Night Before Christmas, Feingold Style
by Pat Pignatiello

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our place

The children weren’t sleeping - how their bodies would race.

No stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

No hope that St. Nicholas would ever be there.

The children weren’t nestled;

They wrestled in bed,

And Momma in tears, and Dad with a sigh,

Had just settled down for a desperate cry.

When onto the scene with an answer, not clatter,

Came Good Dr. Ben to tell what’s the matter.

“Out colors, out chemicals, out Hostess Ding-Dong,

Your child is normal, it’s the food that’s all wrong.

From the top of your cabinets, to dessert at each meal,

Now dash away, dash away, food that’s not real.”

We spoke not a word, but just started his diet,

We’ve nothing to lose; so we’re going to try it.

When what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a child so calm, so normal, so dear,

With a head that can learn now, a manner that’s mild,

We knew at that moment, for the first time, our child.

Now . . .

It’s the night before Christmas and in our home

Every child is sleeping, just like the poem.

The unfrustrated days, the good nights are so many,

It’s hard to remember that once there weren’t any!

So with a tear in our eye for what might have been,

For changing our life, we thank Dr. Ben.

From our now peaceful home, with all of our might,

We pray peace and joy fill your hearts on this night !