The Christmas Letter, Dedicated To My Mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will. All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door. I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes, I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose. This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back? All of my treatments, are a thing of the past I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last. Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book. I’ve had to scold him every once in a while “Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”. He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast. I have to admit, that it’s funny to see Looking out that window, as he trims the tree. I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim” NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb. The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day Time passes quickly, which is scary to say. Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you May all of your dreams, and wishes come true. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR