Our White-ish Christmas.

Twas the night after Christmas,

and all through the house,

every creature was stirring,

from human to mouse.

The stockings were empty and lay on the floor,

For Dear old St. Nick visited the night before.

The children were jumping and shouting all night,

While parents would check weather.com in fright.

And mama in her jamies, and I in my coat,

were ready for Santa to bring us some snow.

When out on the lawn there began a white fall,

I ran out the door, slipper's and all.

The very next morning we flew like a flash,

Tore open the Busbee's and tossed them a sash.

The sun on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Had me shout through the house, "Hey yall, let's go!"

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But the hood of a car, hooked to a Toyota's rear.

With a little old driver, so lively and thug,

I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Doug.

More rapid than hound dogs he surely came,

And he whistled and shouted and called us by name;

"Now, Brielle! Now, Ethan! Now Marj and Bryson!

On, Eva! On Patti! On Robby and Grayson!

To the big open field! To the end of the wood!

Now don't be afraid! Hop on the hood!"