Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A Christmas Poem

'Twas a few days before Christmas and all through the house
Someone was stirring-- as soft as a mouse.
I thought that the girls were all up in their rooms
Dusting their cobwebs and sweeping with brooms,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a series of murals (to my eyes came a tear).
The crayon was stretched over dresser and wall;
It covered the toy chest; it decked the whole hall.
The upstairs was covered from chair rail to floor--
I even spied crayon on more than one door.

But who was this artist who colored in red?
I'll admit I was stumped until I saw the bed:


4 comments:

Katie said...

How nice of her to sign her "work"! ;)

Anonymous said...

As always, you are as clever as can be! Mom
p.s. Sarah's handwriting is wonderful!!!

Jason and Audrey said...

Heather, that is awesome! How funny! My kids do the same things, but it sounds like it's on a much smaller scale. Murals hm.... sounds like a big clean up job! PS remember the gift i was supposed to make for you? Yeah, I do to. I don't remember when I blogged that...but it's gonna happen soon. Don't ask when, but email me with your address! jawendel@gmail.com

DeAnna W. Packer said...

Creation springs forth from the most contraversial doings. sigh