December 25, 2007

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  HOME FROM HIATUS

  Words writ in the sky,
  What could they say ?
  Not I,
  
  
  
  Uncrossed tees or undotted eyes, in a way.

  On the way home,
  From a shoulder shot,
  Lavenderish sky gives some,
  Assurance that Christmas day will be somewhat hot.

  

  Home in the night,
  Warm and comfortable,
  In the glow of tree light,
  Unwrapped a few,
  Things glorious and new.

  

  In the night came proof of unreliability,
  A ten per cent chance of snow,
  They said -  but weather always shows undeniably,
  Dawn with six inches on the ground, snow - you know.

  Santa's elf our grandson,
  Clearing walk and porch of white stuff,
  
  
  And in our drive is Santa's sleigh,

  
  
  While inside the house,
  Santa is loading,
  No room for a mouse,
  But goodies will he bring.

  
  
  Heather and I nestled,
  In a spot warm,
  While the rest wrestled,
  Goodies in a swarm.

  

  And then a lineup,
  Of the mamas, grand mas and greats as well,
  Heather and two great grands,

  

  And of daughter Sue,
  Grandma of the same two.

  
  
  And from there it went on,
  And one might say,
  On and on and on,
  But it was gay, in the right sort of way.

  Many pictures taken, jokes exchanged, stories told,
  Hopes related that we hope come true,
  As well as all our hopes for YOU !

  
  
   

  
  
   

  
   

  
   

  
   

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