Poetry

– On the Tenth Day of December…

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On the tenth day of December,
We spent the day a-drivin’ around.
Here and there, everywhere
That a possible new house could be found!

Then we came home, to pack some more,
We have so much more to get done!
We hadn’t even finished one whole room
Before the setting of the sun!

Dad and Mom had us take the late evening off,
To eat ice cream and watch A Christmas Carol
It was a nice time to rest and relax,
For I’m so tired, breakables could be at peril!

Tomorrow should be a busy day…
We’ll see what the LORD brings.
I know one thing for sure –
The day is sure to fly as if on wings!

To the KING be all the glory!

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– On the Ninth Day of December…

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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!

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(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

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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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– On the Seventh Day of December…

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On the seventh day of December
For lunch, came a mother with her son.
It was the first time we got to meet them,
We visited long after the meal was done.

The mother was a sweet faced lady,
With a bright smile and wavy dark hair.
Her personality was as sweet as her face,
And her dark eyes a sparkle did share.

Her son, a wee lad of six months,
Was as cute as you could wish to see,
With his beautiful blue eyes, and his wisps of light hair,
And his smile, so full of sweet glee.

So contented was this wee little lad,
That I got to hold him for quite a long time!
While the rest of us talked, he just mostly watched,
‘Till around three the clock did chime.

Altogether, it was a nice visit,
And made for a pleasant day.
Now I must conclude, for it is late,
And on my pillow, my head begs to lay.

To the KING be all the glory!

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– On the Sixth Day of December…

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On the sixth day of December
Hannah’s now ten years old.
The weather is a little warmer,
The morning isn’t quite so cold.

Faster and faster, the days fly by,
Closer and closer comes Christmas day.
The seconds tick by, turning to minutes,
The minutes into hours… they just seem to melt away!

To the KING be all the glory!

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