'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through mi casa, every mija y mijo were up and still talking. None of the stalkings were hung, cause they were hidden inside boxes, so we're hoping that St. Nicholas won't bring us rocks(es).
The children were just sent to my bed, while visions of "Scrooge" danced in their heads. With momma still cooking and pa snoozing on the couch, food digesting nicely in their "pouch." Then out in the yard, there arose a coyote howl, we figured that Keif would take care of anything that was foul.
Away to the front yard, Noah flew with a flash, tore open the front door and it closed with a smash. The warmth of the air made him glad that he lived in California and not in some frozen pit. When what to his wondering eyes did show up? Nothing, but some rabbits and a few pups.
He spoke not a word and came back in the door, to find us all in the same spot as he had before. So we hollered to Ashlyn to go to sleep now, cause how sad is it that Uncle Aaron is out before you are.
With Grandpa snoring and Aunty Tiffany still at work Aunty Amber decided to write up a blog with some quirk. So I write this with love and with humor and joy, Merry Christmas to all, I hope you get some cool toys!
1 comment:
LMBO!!! Ah that is really good.
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