‘Tis the night before school vacation, and all through the house,
Chaos has taken over, and it’s ticking off my spouse.
But the suitcases are packed and waiting at the door,
In hopes that we escape early tomorrow morn.
The kids are asleep, and their gifts are all wrapped;
I’m hoping and praying that I have them all packed.
Then the Guv in his sleigh, and I in my van,
Will drive to the Green Mountains with our little clan.
When in Vermont, crazy times will commence,
With Petunia in ski school, things could get tense.
Away to the mountain we’ll drive like a flash,
Strapping on skis and hoping not to crash.
Nearly four feet of snow lies just ahead
Will we glide? will we fall? will we shred?
Our wondering eyes will be guarded by goggles
Our helmets strapped tightly; this is no boondoggle.
But then, our little guy, so lively and quick,
Will beg us to join in and do some aerial tricks.
More rapid than eagles, Dash’s skis, they will fly
The Guv will chase after, yelling “What’s gotten into this guy?
Stop Petunia! Stop Mama! Stop Dash! Stop right quick!
If I ski any faster, I am going to get sick!
To the bottom of the hill! To the ski lodge we go!
Next year, Hawaii! I don’t like all this snow!”
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I think I'll put this rhyme out of its misery and return to my packing. Next post from Vermont! 'Til then, merry, merry Christmas! - Rox
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