Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house.
Scattered paper and boxes, the dirty socks of my spouse.
The stockings were flung by the new underwear.
In hopes that our mother would not give a care.
The children, were tired and begged to be fed.
While visions of a housekeeper danced in my head.
I vaguely recall papa snoring away.
I scurried about storing food from the day.
The boys were all busy hording their loot.
Legos, pirate ships and things that you shoot.
My hubby was nestled all snug in his bed.
I opted to check out my stash instead.
My stocking was filled with girl stuff you see.
Stuff that was put there especially for me.
A rare gift indeed, I did not have to share.
The Reeses Peanut Butter Trees were unwrapped with care.
I reread the certificate for scrapbooking fun.
The joy, that was bubbling, had just begun.
One, thin little gift sat under the tree.
It was from hubby, what could it be?
I tore open the paper and threw off the sash.
I clapped and I giggled, I thought it was cash.
But to my surprise! It was the best gift of all.
Knitting for me winter,spring, summer and fall.
We had a blessed holiday season. Thanks to family and friends.
Best wishes to you as your New year begins......
At the time of this post the camera was buried somewhere in the piles of wrapping paper and boxes.. Or possibly in the cushions of the couch. Not surprising to the faithful few who lurk about. I will have to post picture later... hehehehe..