Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A Little Thanksgiving Eve Poem

Twas the night before Thanksgiving (a used-to-be bar night),
And not a Got-Child was stirring (by 7:30 ... but that took a fight).

The kiddos were nestled all snug in their crib and big-boy bed,
While visions of turkey (well, pureed apples and mac and cheese) danced in their heads

And me with my laptop and Chad with his ipad on his lap,
We’ve both settled down for one (read: 5-7) beers (we deserve a night cap)



What? There is more to this poem?
Sorry, I have beer now.

1 comment:

Karen At Home said...

LOL! Love the poem. I can totally relate, major bar night, now turned catch up on sleep night. I hope you and your family have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Karen