On the ninth day of December,
The boxes are piling high!
The cupboards are nearly empty –
It’s enough to make some sigh.

Nannah came over for an early lunch,
It was a pleasant little visit!
We had homemade eggsalad,
And nice, fluffy, warm, biscuit!

Then it was off to packing again,
Though we had to run to the store first.
Did you know that I have found,
Packing gives you a horrible thirst??

The sewing machines are neatly boxed,
And stacked up by the wall.
With so many boxes already full,
It’s amazing we’ve hardly scratched it all!!

To the KING be all the glory!

(Hardly something that makes one think of Christmas – but this is the view from our window. :)

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On the eighth day of December,
Boxes seem to be everywhere!
Some are full, many are empty –
But those last, won’t long so easily fare!

We have so many boxes,
I’ve finally lost count.
Of all shapes and sizes,
In high piles they mount!

After tomorrow, there’s bound to be more,
Many should be packed and taped tight.
I wonder how many, we’ll have in the end –
Putting them all together, will be quite a sight!

To the KING be all the glory!

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