|Up to the attic and back down again
Toting boxes and bags of ribbons and things
Opening and sorting and then...
Not what I need now, my doorbell rings!
|Blustery winds with snow swirling about,
Glowing logs warm my hands and my heart.
My dog is barking at a stranger, no doubt.
My sis arrives asking, "Where do we start?"
|Finding the baubles of our memories warms us.
Candles on tables and garlands on banisters,
Getting it all done with much laughter and fuss.
Packing the cookies in colorful canisters.
|She's ready to leave, but I can't find my cat.
Last time we saw him, he was 'neath the tree.
"Don't worry," she said. "Look under Santa's hat!"
Then she left, with a smile and a wink for me.
|Now playing: "Home For The Holidays"|