And all through the fam,
Our bellies were full
of Thanksgiving ham.
Ok, it was turkey, but that didn't rhyme.
Black Friday was a hitFor the stores I did head.
Now it's my checkbook
I fear in the red.
Not really, but it DID rhyme.
The stocking were hung
By the TV with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas
Would find them there.
I miss having a fireplace!
Candy canes light the path
Up to the front door,
To guide Ol' Saint Nick
As he completes his chore.
Since we do not have a chimney.
From our family to yoursSome holiday lovin'.
And chocolate chip cookies,
Warm from the oven.
Wishing you a happy holiday season!
3 comments:
I LOVE it! Nice poetry!
Can't wait to get our tree & stockings up. We're not doing any more than that this year, since the house will be on the market, but I'm looking forward to it. (Because that will mean the rest of the work we're doing on the house is DONE.)
Bravo! I did pull out our tree, but we're contemplating new carpet, so I hate to put too much up until we decide.
You are so creative!!! I love the poem. I am SO far behind on blog reading... (There are 137 unread posts in my google reader. ugh! gonna be hitting "mark all as read" tonight.)
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