Hello Christmas decorating friend.
It’s finally here.
Today I’m taking you on a tour of the house with all the twinkling Christmas lights.
There’s nothing my house loves better than Christmas.
The glow of Christmas lights that fill the room and spread a little joy and make you want to go all Christmas caroler with Joy to the World.
But why just tour, when you can tour to a poem I wrote?
Are you ready?
The twinkles are too.
‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
All the trees were bright and merry without any sign of a mouse
The kitchen was messy covered in ribbons and trim
I’d just finished wrapping—the countertops full of scraps to the brim
“I’ll put the mess away later,” I said to myself
And snuggled on the couch to watch the best movie, Elf.
My golden, Buddy, and I pulled a throw over our lap
And settled our brains for a long winter’s nap
When out on the front porch there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my cozy couch to see what was the matter
Away to the window, I flew like a flash
Raised up the shades and threw up the sash
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But my friends I’d been missing with their smiles and good cheer
More rapid than eagles those friends of mine came
As they stood on the porch, rang the bell and called me by name
“Now KariAnne—are you home friend? We’re here to say hi.”
“We’ve got goodies to share and we want to stop by.”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
My feet quickly dashed across the floor—oh my
What? They were outside and my hair was a mess?
As I drew in my head and was turning around
My friends starting laughing and giggling—making many a sound
They were jolly and merry—each one a Christmas elf
And I laughed when I saw them in spite of myself
I straightened my messy bun and grinned from ear to ear
This was going to be fun—-I had nothing to fear
You see friends, they loved me—with my yoga pants, bare feet, and messy bun
We laughed, talked, and shared stories until the night was done
Then they packed up their cars and as quick as a whistle
Away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight
“Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night”
I hoped you enjoyed the Christmas lights tour and the poem.
It was my gift to you from me.
You are more special to me than all the presents under the tree.
Okay—so sorry. Once I start rhyming I can’t stop.
Merry Christmas, friend. 🙂