We'd been shopping one eve, he was just 26 months
But my son's little legs could carry him no more.
'Twas the week before Christmas, the stores were lit up;
So excited was he but he curled up on the floor.
So tired and spent, he slept like a babe
In the midst of the aisle of trucks, toys and pegs.
No doubt he was dreaming of a bright Christmas morn.
He was just 26 months, with fat little legs.
Now he's 26 years, 6-feet tall and so thin;
His legs are much longer, like two skinny twigs
And he can shop on his own for hours on end.
But I'll always remember those fat little legs.
© ELR 2013