Sonntag, Dezember 20, 2009

The night before Christmas - A nice poem

Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree.
I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be fat quarters or a pattern or lace?
Or a quilt kit, I said, with a smile on my face.
And that's when I heard him,
"Hi Santa," I said
"You know....good little girls should be in their beds ".
"I know I should Santa, and now I've got caught.
But I was just so excited to see what you brought."
"Well, let's take a look in this room where you work."
He shook his head quickly, And left with a jerk.
I heard him exclaim as he put it in gear.
"You've got enough stuff, I'll see you next year!"

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Bea hat gesagt…

Genau so isses! Tja, auch bei mir wird der gute Herr wohl umdrehen - grins!
Ein schönes Fest! Bea

Lorenza hat gesagt…

I think that all of us, we'll see Santa next year :-))
Merry Christmas! Lorenza