The halls are decked
The lights are strung
The house is clean
The Hungarian cookies are done.
The to-do list was long
I fretted and puffed
We worked diligently
to get all items checked off
Tis the eve of family arrival
All three are tucked in tight
Hubby has stomach flu
I hope the littlest sleeps all night
The house is silent
The dog is snoring
I take a deep breath
And apologize for this poem being so boring!
I sit here in silence
anticipating my family's arrival
and hope that we make it through
without an episode of Survivor!
He He!
Happy Holidays ya'll!
Monday, December 17, 2007
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3 comments:
oh no! I hope no one gets voted off the island!
cute poem! :)
Very clever!
I tagged you for a quick meme if you are in the mode...
Aww, Amy! I hope your hubby is well in time for Christmas! Have a very merry one and a great New Year.
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