On Christmas eve,

Some find it time to grieve,

So cold to some they must wear long sleeves,

Some like me have to work to overtime receive…

Three hundred miles driven,

For that overtime given,

Get to see all the pretty lights,

No time that night,

To do any kind of write…

Racing with Santa and his sleigh,

Stopping at every homes buffet,

Received from Santa a wilting bouquet,

I do it ever year I have no dismay,

Thinking though each moment of my beautiful Rene’…

© ed ~ 12/23/05