Dad and Mom go back to bed and the girls are quiet as a mouse.
With the tree, presents no longer adorn, but the crumnpled up paper is stacked by the door! The shopping and preparations are gone in a dash, but smiles on faces are shown with a flash. Christmas is gone for another year, But memories will last and are held real dear.
The Tree after Christmas morning
M with her DS that Santa brought her
T with her Aeropostal Christmas.
C with some of her treasures. She asked for clothes too.
The wrapping paper piled by the door!
3 comments:
Nice poem, did you write that? I would like to have an Aeropostale Christmas too! That is one seriously tall tree you have. It's fun to see the details of your day.
very fun poem! and yes - a very tall tree!
Looks like everyone got just what they wanted :)
Looks like you had a very nice Christmas - great poem too.
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