Archive for Thursday, December 25, 2008

Twas the night before Xmas…

when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

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The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

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In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

(I tried to get a picture of Amira sleeping in bed but at 4am she
was pretending to sleep and I was too tired from wrapping gift to
stay up any longer)

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

Ok, that’s enough  of the poem.

This post was written at 4am but it’s on a delay so by the time you
read this, “Merry Christmas” would be in order.

With a few of Santa’s cookies eaten
(Amira’s note to Santa is sooooo cute
It almost makes me forget the other 364 days of her not listening)

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And the gifts for Amira all wrapped
(I’m sure thereonly like 6 gifts under the tree that isn’t for her)

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Here at 4am (before I head to bed)
Mike Lowrey raises his glass of Courvoisier to…

Wish you and your family the very best this Christmas.

(Damn I’m really tired…but i still look good..Damn I’m good)

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Merry Christmas everyone…stay safe & happy this Holiday Season.

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Damn that Courvoisier hit the spot…I’m ready for bed now.

yak

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