Who Is On the Rooftop
Who is in the rooftop yelling ho ho ho?
The rest of us ran to the window and saw some snow.
We went crazy, ran outside without our coats and hats.
When we came back in, grandma had thrown out some mats.
Our crazy Uncle Ted was on the roof, making lots of noise.
Hinting that he had brought some wonderful toys.
We didn’t care; it was snowing, and we could sled!
We stayed outside a long time, irritating our Uncle Ted.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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