Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Greatest Gift of All

Ode to a Christmas Morning

When down in the garage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the cellar I ran down the stairs,
leapt over the dog and knocked over some chairs.

The fluorescent lights that lit the concrete floor
Made me squint my gaze as I entered the door.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big green egg, and various grilling gear!



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