Christmas At Grandmas

Christmas at Grandma’s over the river and the thru the woods it’s damn cold out here even with our hoods the horse knows the way but he tends to sway if he drops we won’t be getting away. next year I will get a two horse sled it’s not fun with one horse almost dead so we jingle the bells and secure the straps laughing all the way with some peppermint schnapps. oh what fun it is to ride to grandma’s house we go bringing lots of gifts and a ho ho ho hope she tossed out her old ragged apron had to be worn during the Magellan exploration joy to the world we are finally getting here came with crackers and some silent night beer few sips of that and you’re out for the night too bad, you won’t see Rudolph so bright oh come all ye faithful to the big hearty dinner stuffing is homemade , grandma’s prize winner cranberry sauce running over the sides of my plate hope when the turkey is carved it won’t deflate. Hark the angels, the food is being served grandma sure knows how to stay well preserved so many years we travel the path for yuletide we don’t see her often enough due to the great divide. well dinner is over and the bird won’t squawk no more looks like it stepped on a mine before hitting the floor we gathered around the same old rustic tree must have been made during the war at sea. Gifts were passed out and grandma served the eggnog had to be spiked, felt I was in a fog the walls were rotating with visions of strobe lights the tabernacle chorus sang Halleluiah & O’ Holy night. this was the most wonderful visit all these years I snuck out with three bottles of her secret cheers grandma, thank you for the wonderful time we’ll be back next year with another rhyme