Not a pet was stirring, not even the Cat;
The bathing suits were hung in the washroom with care,
In hopes that the sun would soon be there;
The adults were nestled all snug on the couch,
Having bevy’s and appys while watching the grouch; (yes Grinch but it didn’t rhyme with couch)
SB in her woollies, oh what a sight,
We’d just settled down, for the night,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, rolled up the blinds and tripped on the trash.
The moon on the breast of the still rain flow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a traveling food truck, serving what is unclear,
With quite a handsome driver, so lively and slick, I knew in a moment it must be MY St. Nick. My eyes were a wonder at this vision below, and named off his wares as best that I know.
So Dashing, a Dancer, a Prancer, I’m clearly a Vixen! Oh cometh oh Cupid, my Donner oh Blitzen! (OK I will settle down now)
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had JOY to spread.
So with that in mind thinking of you this Christmas, may 2023 be filled with richness.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a fabulous 2023!!
Toots – you rock!