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'Tis the day before Christmas, and all through our house,
The children are always stirring, but, thankfully, no mouse.
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon will be there.
The children rarely stay snug in their beds,
While visions of beach vacations dance in Mom and Dad’s heads;
And Mama in her sweatpants and Dad in his baseball cap,
Would love to settle down for any kind of nap.
The children are always stirring, but, thankfully, no mouse.
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon will be there.
The children rarely stay snug in their beds,
While visions of beach vacations dance in Mom and Dad’s heads;
And Mama in her sweatpants and Dad in his baseball cap,
Would love to settle down for any kind of nap.
On Christmas morning our kids will awaken like a flash,
Tear open the presents, as if in a mad dash.
When, what to my wondering eyes will appear,
But three beautiful children holding their family dear.
I’ll grab for the camera, so lively and quick,
And know to say a thank you to the idea of St. Nick;
Capture the precious memories with speed,
Tear open the presents, as if in a mad dash.
When, what to my wondering eyes will appear,
But three beautiful children holding their family dear.
I’ll grab for the camera, so lively and quick,
And know to say a thank you to the idea of St. Nick;
Capture the precious memories with speed,
And hope the true gift of Christmas they heed.
We hope our family and friends, far and near
Have a wonderful holiday with moments so dear.
Take a moment to count each of your treasures,
And we wish you a 2012 filled with many pleasures.
I sent this poem out in my holiday letters this year, so I wanted to share it here with my favorite readers, bloggers, and writers. Thank you so much for sharing your knowledge and love of books with me this year.
May 2012 bring us all many great new reads and writing adventures!
