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Thursday, December 07, 2006 |
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Twas Sometime Before Christmas.
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Twas sometime before Christmas,when all through the house only one creature was stiring,and he wasn't a mouse,his hair a golden blonde and eyes a bright blue,better look out hes coming for you!
The lights were all dim and the gates locked with care,in the hopes that the golden haired Angel would soon go to sleep,but oh why would he dare! Big brother was all nestled in bed,while visions wild,climbing,yanking,giggling,sliming Angels danced in his head. While mama wasn't yet settled,and handing the Angel his pap,she watched the wild man and dreamed of a nap.
When here in the locked up living room,came such a clatter,mom sprang to her feet to see whats the matter! Away to the couch she flew like a flash,yanked off the ripped down blind and underneath she did find,a naked little Angel,with a big red rash. With a cute little twinkle he was a tinkle, all over the brand new sofa.With a giggle and a snicker he laughed with delight,could he actually drive his mom insane in just one night,oh yeaaaaa,that he just might.
The moon shining in the window,heres to hoping that the Angel will be all settled in to sleep soon,so we don't have to see the sunrise again,oh but no,he has other plans,im sure it'll be noon!
Mommy finally sat down for a break,oh this opportunity the little angel must take!When what now,to her wondering eyes would appear,a wild little Angel,ripping into the Christmas presents with no fear.She knew at that moment that midnight must be near,you see the Angels get restless at that time of morn,they all start shouting ga ga,ah ah,and sounding their horns!!
As the dry leaves before the wild hurricanes fly,they don't compare to the little Angel as he makes his own path of destruction,oh sigh oh sigh!
When I meet with an obstacle, I blow it away,with my hurricane force winds I don't dare play!You see for Im a little Angel with big,big plans,no one can stop me not woman nor man!
And then, in a twinkling, mom heard on the hard wood floor,the pitter,the patter of manic little Angel knees going for more. Oh here I go to the gate,with a yank and a pull,Im outta here like a little spotted bull. Catch me if you can ,down the hall to the closed doors I go,I knock and I yell aaah aaah,da da ,bu ba,oh oh.While mom just follows and says oh dear, oh dear,please isn't morning getting near!
I think shes delirious at this point,so why not pour out her drink,and color on new sofa with some delightful blue ink. Now I'll rip up some of Bubas school papers,maybe eat one or two,yank off the couch cushions and laugh with all my might,while I take apart my dads new light,and eat a battery or maybe even a few.
Anyway Im not winding down,but seems my mom is,I have many more good hours,just ye watch this.So all ye rest,ye get some sleep,please dream for us and make not a peep.See ye at noon,don't worry,we'll be back real soon.Have a very Merry Christmas and to all a good night! |
posted by angelwings
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3:36 PM
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Hey Steph
Your poem was hillarious I read it after pulling Alec from the Christmas tree yet again...ugh!!!! I hope you get some sleep soon
Deb
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I loved it Steph!!! Very funny!
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Hey Steph
Your poem was hillarious I read it after pulling Alec from the Christmas tree yet again...ugh!!!! I hope you get some sleep soon
Deb