Eleven gutted stockings on the floor by the fireplace,
(Mine, yours, my 4, your 4, and the boyfriend)
Scraps of wrapping paper and bows.
Left over roast beef, cornbread, rolls, cupcakes and pie.
(Is the pie "left over" if we didn't even slice it?)
Piles of loved toys soon to be played with.
What a wonderful Christmas it was, the best I have ever had...
What a gift you are to me.
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 8:54 AM UTC
Eleven gutted stockings on the floor by the fireplace,
(Mine, yours, my 4, your 4, and the boyfriend)
Scraps of wrapping paper and bows.
Left over roast beef, cornbread, rolls, cupcakes and pie.
(Is the pie "left over" if we didn't even slice it?)
Piles of loved toys soon to be played with.
What a wonderful Christmas it was, the best I have ever had...
What a gift you are to me.
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