On the fifth day of December,
T’was a rather strange one!
Nothing much, worth writing,
Happened in it’s run.
A little rain, sprinkled outside,
The youngest was sick with a cold,
Actually, most of the family was –
With a cold, that was getting old.
A little more decorating was done,
And some much needed cleaning too.
Now that everyone’s going to bed…
I suppose this day, must be through!
To the KING be all the glory!
I’m still praying for your family’s needed recovery from the cold! :) Oh, and I really like that picture! It’s very pretty! :)
~Jamie
Thank you, Jamie, on both accounts! :)
Documenting the holidays in poetry… that’s a new (and cool) idea… :D
Thank you so much for commenting, Corey! :)