Night Before Christmas Eve

The night before Christmas Eve,
Everyone's in bed, but me.
Writing, to post, just a bit more,
Pies are baked, and cookies galore.
Fudge, I took, to my neighbor, next door.
Busy as a bee, like always, I am,
Settling all of those last minute plans.
Checking my lists, everything is right,
Christmas dinner will be such a delight.
Turkey, potatoes, yams and peas,
All made with love to please.
Pixie and Pavlos both are wore out,
Back and forth from kitchen to the den,
Checkin to see what their mommy's doin'
Baking all day, and into the night,
Lingering scents of Cinamon and spice,
Tomorrow's a special day-
Picking up grandma, overnight she'll stay.
We will make a few stops along the way.
Sister's house will be the last place,
Pixie and Pavlos,- will get chased.
When the evening comes to an end,
Home we will go, the children get tucked in-
Early to rise on Christmas Day,
My son, so anxious, "Hurry! Mom' he'll say.
Dinner will be after five,
The rest of guests, prior, will arrive.
Blessings and to thank the greatness above,
Our family together, surrounded with love.


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