After two days this week with a substantial snowfall, it looks like another repeat performance is on its way. Yay!!! Guess it doesn't matter if your muscles are sore from shoveling or achy because "thars a storm a comin'." Take your pick. But if it wasn't that, there'd be something else to complain about. We're just a complainin' people. Anyway, that gives me a perfect opportunity to share a little children's poem I wrote a number of years ago when my now grown children were little ones.
But before I do that, I have to tell you about the cutest darn thing that occured this afternoon. As I've mentioned before, I have two grandchildren, twin boys, who were two at the end of September. This Christmas is the first Christmas that they have experienced. They're old enough now and when the tree went up today they were enraptured. This tree that looked like it belonged outside was somehow inside and it had lights and colorful garland on it with a silver star at the top. My daughter went out and bought some very colorful PLASTIC ornaments and, for them, each one was more beautiful than the next! As each took an ornament to hang on the tree we oohed and ahhed and said how beautiful they were and how PRETTY they looked.
They picked up the enthusiasm they heard and responded with "pri-ee, pri-ee!!! Then they removed the one they just hung and decided to put it somewhere else on the tree and repeated the same excitement all over again. One of the twins, Gavin, put all the ornaments he had in a pile on top of one another till the branch sagged under the weight. With each addition, he clapped for himself and we followed suit.
All I can say about that is, that it was the cutest and most adorable thing I had ever seen. You do have to realize, though, that not a day goes by that they don't do something so cute and adorable that I can hardly stand it. But those are the moments I just with I could record and go back and play again. I can't wait till they learn all about the Child child and his birthday that we celebrate. Our family's Christmas will be so wonderful this year with these little ones reminding us of the Child of Bethlehem.
So now that I've covered that, here's the poem I promised:
By Patty Lynn
Blistery, blustery, blizzardy day,
Snowing and blowing our snowman away.
Oh how I wish, really wish he could stay,
But it’s such a blistery, blustery, day.
We made him last Sunday, my sister and me.
Set him to stand ‘neath our sycamore tree,
An old hat of daddy’s, a scarf from Aunt Fay,
Oh, stop, you ol’ blistery, blustery day!