* I'm finally ready to admit that it's Christmas. Thanksgiving is over, we've had a decent snowfall, and I didn't see anyone visibly frustrated with me when I went to Meijer and proceeded to be the single shopper with the obnoxiously full cart. Must be Christmas.
This is a poem my grandma stuffed in a present a few years ago. I'm pretty sure she found it in a magazine. (But she's been known to be pretty crafty, so you never know.)
"Now dear beloved Santa Claus,
Please listen to my prayer.
If near my home on Christmas Eve,
Leave just one present there.
It isn't for myself I ask,
But only for another.
Please leave a handsome son-in-law
For Daddy and for Mother."
Ha.
Happy holidays.
2 comments:
that's a pretty tall order to fill - in such a short time!!
In the spirit of your post: Merry Christmas (even if a little bit early).
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