‘Twas the night before Christmas so I wrote a poem, And what to my wondering eyes – no one’s home
To read all my prancing and pawing of hoofs, Or really all my kids’ accomplishments I’m proud of.
I in my MLM, Bob in his job, kids with their apps Have just settled down to show off our cat.
Away to the mailbox I fly like a flash Tear open my mail and then put down some cash
To pay for some photos, in new-fallen snow, To be used in this letter you’re reading, below.
So, you’ll hear me exclaim as this letter goes out of sight: Happy Christmas to All, until New Year’s Night!
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©2020 Chel Owens