our house is a flutter. The cooking, the cleaning, just look at the clutter!
By evening I hope the Legos are not on the floor, you never know who might knock on the door.
When the kids are tucked into their beds, I'll do my impression of the big man in red.
Tomorrow morning will be here too soon, our guests will be here well before noon.
I hope your Christmas will be ever so great and wish you the best in 2008.
1 comment:
Love your poem....it sounds like it could have been written about my house too--right down to the legos!!!
Merry Christmas!
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