Twas the Morning of Christmas

Twas the morning of Christmas, when all through the house. Not a kitten was stirring, not even a mouse.


The pastries were waiting all snug in their beds,


While visions of gooey goodness danced in their heads.


Then out of the silence there arose such a clatter, I jumped from the bed to see what was the matter.


When, what to my wondering ears should appear, But a ringing alarm clock saying Christmas was here!


With a call to our parents, so efficient and quick, we flew down the steps to our presents from St. Nick.


As I drew in my excitement, and was hurrying around, Down the staircase my brother flounced with a big bound.


He spoke not a lick, but went straight to his work, And we passed out the presents with a smile and a smirk.


And with the start being close, and my dad giving the signal, we all said, β€œHere it goes!”


And I went through the day with events of delight.


Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!


Thanks Jenn from Peas and Crayons for this week’s WIAW party:


What is your favorite Christmas story? I really like The Christmas Carol and the story of the three wise men.

Favorite gift this year? Too hard to decide… I’ll get back to you on that one.

Most delicious food? I only had soup, but the butternut squash variation was my favorite.

Great family story to tell? My brother, being the animal lover that he is, fed this large stray dog sour cream and onion chips, and slices of ham while we were getting lunch set up.

27 thoughts on “Twas the Morning of Christmas

  1. The creativity and rhyming with this is awesome πŸ™‚ Made my morning, hun!! So glad that you had so much fun with your family!! Enjoy putting those presents to good use πŸ˜‰

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