A Moving Christmas
Up to my eyeballs with boxes of history
this decision I made is really no mystery.
I've worn myself to a definite frazzle
but as I look around it's beginning to dazzle!
A crazy time to pick up and go
yet the time was ripe for leaving I know.
Sad to tell my dear sister good-bye;
we certainly both had ourselves a good cry.
As the miles burned by with the roar of the truck
I thought about my good fortune and luck.
I'm blessed with friendships so wondrous and rare;
they've helped me so much nothing can compare.
Now the crumpled newspapers lay in a pile;
I need a good rest but I'll work for awhile.
There's cleaning,unpacking,so much to do
but it caught my eye and a crazy thought grew.
In the midst of this chaos a tree now shines bright;
stepping over the boxes I plug in the light.
A smile glazes across my tired face
and Christmas arrives in this new-found place!
*note* I really just moved 4 days ago and I did put up my Christmas tree despite how totally exausted I am! Happy holidays everyone!
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011
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