Hey Michael, I recall the excitement of Christmas of looking at all the neatly wrapped presents under the tree. I wondered what was inside each one. It was a fantastic feeling as I opened each surprise that was intended for me. Now my excitement is spent at home decorating the front yard for others to see. My hope is to bring a smile to a family or a young child when they see the lights all glowing at night. Perhaps they are smiling and thinking, "These Christmas lights are glowing bright and colors are flickering in the dark especially for me!"

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

PS: A family across my street thanked me for putting up the light display. They said it cheered them up. That alone, made my day!

Nice poem!

And now that you're all grown up, you still are being bad producing all these poems revealing dirty underwear.

Happy Christmas and many more.

Ron

Why am I not surprised. Enjoyed this Michael, Counter-intuitive. John

really great loved it agreed with Jane pass down love it..

This is a poem to be passed down!

Love ya!

Jane

Or as Mae West might have said "When I'm good, I'm very very good, but when I'm bad...I'm great!"

Eh . . . I remember trying to be good . . . Never lasted long . . .