Pre-holidays-- a small poem, with a nod to Clement Moore
It's Thursday before Christmas, and all through the rooms
A little Tornado spins, laughs, and zooms.
From books to art projects, tv and some snacks,
We make very sure there is nothing she lacks.
She is our sweetheart, a challenge and delight--
She keeps us quite us quite busy, from morning 'til night.
New words and pronouncements, questions galore--
There's no one more special that we could adore.
This Christmas is different, not at all what we planned,
Those things have been shifted, and situations demand
That we frame and reframe what Christmas is to be,
And save the glitter and hustle until she is three.
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