While visions of hoped-for toys dance in their heads.
The stockings all lay by the chimney with care,
Since we have no mantel they cannot hang there.
And I in my lounge pants and Nate in his shorts
Have once more become Santa's secret cohorts.
A prayed-for piano is wrapped by the wall
And presents are piled 'neath the Christmas Tree, tall.
Remote controlled cars, a bike, and some clothes,
Barbies and pirate swords, yet no legos.
We'll retreat up to bed for a few hours sleep
Before morning sun brings us those scampering feet.
But somewhere amidst all the wrapping and gifts
This house will remember what many will miss...
Happy Birthday, Jesus. Our God is MIGHTY to SAVE!!!
Merry Christmas,
from the White House
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3 Comments:
I love your purple ensemble!
I hope you had a amazing wonderful Christmas! That was just perfect! :)
That was beautifully put...what a good writer you are.
I can't believe you got EVERYBODY so nicley in a picture...ROCK ON!!!
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