Twas the morning of Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The breakfast table was set with such great care,
In expectation that the guests soon would be there;
I thought to myself as I tottered around
I should still be asleep in my bed safe and sound;
The apples were cored, the cranberries set,
The oven should be heated any moment I bet;
Eggs and Cheese nestled snug in their crepes,
Hot Coffee or Coco and cold juices, a holiday escape!
I know I know this is all very corny
But Happy Christmas to all, and to all a safe journey.
By Dawn Darlington, 12/24/2009