Monday, December 29, 2008

Twas hours after Christmas....

Twas hours after Christmas and all through the house,
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:

Janalee Hubbard said...

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.

TisforTonya said...

very fun poem! and yes - a very tall tree!

Looks like everyone got just what they wanted :)

Susan said...

Looks like you had a very nice Christmas - great poem too.