Several days before Christmas, in a lonely big house.
Not too many days after I'd hung this little mouse.
No cookies were baking....
No carmels to wrap.
Basically I was feeling a little like ....
The kids were all scattered
No one coming home
It looked like our memories
would be made on the phone.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a bundle of joy that this Grandmother holds dear.
Perfect little fingers and perfect little toes
Awaiting to be wrapped in pretty little clothes.
Grabbing my camera, making several flashes
Poor little one saw spots through those pretty eye lashes.
She's precious, she's wonderful and we are so blessed.
So thank you Dear Santa
I think your the best.