The stockings were hung on the entertainment center with care,
in hopes that lumps of coal would not fill them there.
The children were running around excited to trim the tree,
While their parents said "no, Stryder, please let the ornaments be."
Momma in her huge maternity shirt and I in my jeans,
said something smells funny in here, who recently ate beans?
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tree to see what was the matter.
Away from the tree I flew like a flash,
To the stove I made a mad dash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Stryder climbing up close to the danger so near.
With a little chubby hand so lively and quick,
Ready to reach out for the leftover pie and take a lick.
More rapid than a slow turtle, his lumbering mother came,
And whistled and shouted and called her youngest by name.
Now Stryer! Now Stryder! Now little one and dear!
On down! On down! Oh won't you come here?
To the tree we are trimming, the top half, at least.
Now dash away dash away, come away from your feast.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
The whipped cream on his chin was as white as snow.
I heard him exclaim as he climbed down from his seat,
That was yummy, how yummy what a scrumptious treat.
6 comments:
Love the poem - you are all so very talented - maybe you both should write children's book together. Heard you had a grand Thanksgiving - we had Jason and family here and had a wonderful time. Henry Carter keeps us all running - reminds us of your Sryder. They left this morning at 8:00 so I got to sit down! Grandmas love to do that sometimes! Love to you all..Aunt Linda
Bob wants me to make clear, I wrote this poem. He would never, ever say I wore huge clothing, or that I was slow and lumbering. He is too nice (and smart) for that. Don't go thinking he's a jerk now : )
glad you cleared that up... the way it was written, i thought it was bob, too. so the poetry skills are all yours, huh? very cute poem and i imagine it's non-fiction. from the new family picture i can see that the tree did finally get trimmed. looks great.
still would like to see a post from bob one day...
To Sandy,
Bob also said you will not see a post from him because he likes to fix things with tools, not write things with a keyboard. He is the strong, silent type who doesn't care to type. That's ok, I talk enough for both of us!
I am really disappointed Bob did not write the poem - it really sounded like him - and I never thought he was a jerk! Just sweet Bob. Love the new family pic also.
Aunt Linda
Hi Tisha, Linda shared your blog with us during Thanksgiving and I have really enjoyed reading it. Glad you are all well...Merry Christmas from the Texas Freys. Alicia
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