TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Twas the night before Christmas, alone in the house
Not a sound to be heard, not even a spouse
Nothing was hung, wishing no holiday cheer
No sounds of laughter filled the air
Huddled in bed, since there is nothing to do
Trying to push through the holiday blues

Annas’ asleep, probably dreaming of her list
Your dad’s not here, I’m growing more and more pist
No friends or family around
There all in Miami
Eating lechon by the mounds

And as that thought crossed my head
I heard a swooshing sound
With a spring and a hop
I jumped out of bed

On nana, on iva, on karla and phil
You are all my buddies,

INCOMPLETE….