Once upon a Christmas tree, in Caro, somewhere east,
There landed little penguins; quite a few, at least.
Looking for a special friend, who'd love them very much,
And let them play upon her tree, frolicking and such.
They found their special friend, indeed, very kind and sweet;
Living in an old house, at 145 W. Grant Street!
And so upon her tree they lit, hiding here and there,
Frolicking and dancing, without a single care!
Reminding us to lighten up, and frolick now and then,
During this blessed season, with family and our friends.
4 comments:
well done, mother! Each time you write another poem you outdo yourself :)
very nice! we're gonna have to publish all these someday in "Mom's Book of Poetry"
Hmmm. I wrote a poem today, but it's not quite as good. Or as Christmasy. Nice work, Mom.
And, Lisa, I've got a little Christmas penguin gift for you. You'll have to wait till Christmas Eve...
oh boy!!!
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