'Tis the wee hours of Christmas
and all though the house,
not a creature is stirring and if I am lucky,
not even a mouse.
The children are all snug in their beds
with visions of snowstorms dancing in their heads.
|Deer on the move...|
Mama sits in her red apron,
settling down to write this blog post
before stumbling into bed
to visions of turkey recipes
and snow shovels
dancing in her head.
|all the way to our door step.|
Before I dance...
A special message just for YOU
From our HOME to yours
we WISH you a
filled with LOVE!
When love speaks clearly enough...
|Miss Claire and Miss Christine...together again.|
#home #family #love