The sun came out briefly and shone on our new fallen snow this morning.
So pretty. Its supposed to stay cold,
so we're sure to have a white Christmas.
But before there was this....
There was this...
The elves were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
When out of the north there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter!
The wind it did howl and the snow fell in drifts,
I knew in a moment that rescue must be swift.
Out to the porch my size seven feet flew,
with a shovel, my mittens and a rescue tub too.
Into the house they came with a bound.
As soon as its safe they'll be turning around.
They'll head back outdoors and take up their stations,
to greet Christmas guests and sing salutations!
Merry Christmas to all...
and to all a good night!