Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Blake's Perspective on Christmas

Blake says: 

'Twas the week of Christmas and all through the house, 
Everything was stirring, probably scared off the mouse!
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But now 1 is under my crib, 2 are missing, and 2 of them Leah likes to wear,
All I know is I hope Santa's coming soon, and that he didn't get Autum's letter of despair.

We all were supposed to be snuggled in our beds, 
Leah and I were asleep, Autum was crying, and mom and dad had visions of a beach vacation in their heads.
Mama was in her sweatpants, daddy having a night cap...
They just wished they could settle in for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I jumped up in my crib to see what was the matter.
I chucked my pacifier across the room in a flash,
Ripped off my socks and hid them in my stash.

The moon on the breast of a dirty, grass-filled snow.
Gave the lustre of mud pies to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear...
I still do not know because chubby girl's crying was all I could hear.

There looked to be a little old driver, so lively and quick.
I am guessing from what I've heard, it's a man named St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his furry, antlered animals came,
The chubby girl started to quiet down, which was good, I was about to call her a bad name.
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen..
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, and on Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall..."
   --Wait Santa don't hit the gutters, we didn't get them fixed this fall!

Phew! In a twinkling, he made it safely to the roof.
I heard prancing and pawing of each reindeer's hoof.
I drew in my head and was turning around,
Because if they make too much noise, the chubby girl will scream out a sound.

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, 
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
Looks like he didn't get the chubby girl's letter, haha, must be at the bottom of the stack.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I yelled when I saw him, and scared myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Not sure what he wanted me to do, so I pointed my finger at him instead.
He spoke not a word, and went straight to his work,
Looking for the missing stockings, stepping on noisy toys, and mumbling something about a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
I thought he was going to let out a farmer's blow.

He sprang to his sleigh, to give his team a whistle,
And away they all flew out of here like a missile!
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, give your mom a break, and sleep through the night!


  1. Hilarious, Anna! I love it! Promise you'll autograph a copy for me someday when you write your Memoir, Bringing Blake Home!

  2. That is some funny stuff! You are amazing Anna!

    Brandi Hembree