Dedicated to my Grandchildren...
'Twas the day after Christmas
when all through the land,
A gigantic sound, seemed to abound...
The rustling became a roar,
it wouldn't fit through the door...
Wrapping paper in a dash, heading for the trash...
Dumpster guards all plead, don't let this last...
Reds, greens, tinsel galore,
look out the closet, shut the door...
Children play joyfully, unwrapping the gift,
after all is done, the box heads the list...
The credit card statements bang at the door,
hoping until next year, please, no more...
Grandpa Herb
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7 years ago
4 comments:
Hi Dad,
Alice says she liked the poem.
(hi grandpa--alice)
That was great! I am not much of a poet. Maybe as I get older I will acquire the talent -- it works for you! ;-)
Hi Dad! Our sentiments exactly! :-)
awwwwwww. You're the best! That Alice is sooooo lucky....
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