The mattress...

We've come along way
Getting that mattress just right
Growing up with box springs
Bare metal in the box on the bottom
On top was mattress filled with something that felt lumpy
But once a month my mom would flip over that mattress

AND THEN

Everything was boxed in
Finally you couldn't see the springs
But they were added to the top mattress too,
I know that because I felt them start to work their way out.
But never fear there was always
A sheet of foam that looked like waffles
that you could throw on top
And getting flipped over, down to once a year.

AND NOW

Comfort began and they looked pretty
I should be able to sleep the whole night through
They must be Sealy....
But waiting for that comfort to begin CAME AGE
No more flipping that mattress over
now I'm just happy if I can flip out of bed

But I'm happy to say that I have a memory pillow
But I'm sad to say that I think my memory pillow
is absorbing my memory....

By judy

When I was just a little girl
I'd wish with all my might...
That I might hear those jingle bells
Ringing in the night...
A stomping and a ** ** **
I'd know that he was real...
Oh yes, I do believe I heard
One of the reindeer squeal...

The room in which I spent the night
Was cold and filled with apples...
While hiding under the blankets so warm
I'd sneak a bite, well just to sample...
I finally fell a sleep that night
With dreams of what I'd find...
A bride doll, perhaps with brown hair
She was a beautiful sight...

Christmas morning I'd wake up at dawn
And creep on down the stairs...
The tree was lit with colored lights
And tinsel everywhere...
I'd hear a tinkling sound from bells
Bells hanging on the tree...
Oh I do believe in Santa Claus
For my bride doll was waiting for me...

by Judy