Christmas Eve

'Twas the night before Christmas in our rollin' house,

not a creature is stirring, not even my spouse.

The stockings are hung by the magic fireplace with care,

in hopes that St. Nicholas will find them there.

The kitties won't nestle, they're swarming instead,

with visions of the tasty dinner they soon will be fed.

With Paul in his recliner and the Mac in my lap,

we'll soon be enjoying a little nightcap.

Our plans for the evening, how they did shatter,

when rain changed to sleet and the wind made things clatter.

Church services are cancelled, it's not safe to drive,

the snow is stacking up in inches, they say it'll be around five.

Now with nowhere to go, we'll stay home for the night,

we've pulled in a slide and are buttoned up tight.

Our dinner alone will be sauce and spaghetti

while we watch the snow fall like frigid confetti.

Despite this holiday blizzard our spirits are high,

We are so thankful to be healthy, safe, warm and dry.

We're counting our blessings as our little tree beams,

celebrating our first Christmas living our fulltiming dreams.

Our thoughts turn to our friends who are fulltiming now,

and those who are dreaming to get out there somehow.

May your travels be safe and your troubles be few.

We look forward to the next time we get to see you.

Best wishes to you and yours from us in the moose,

we can see on NORAD that Santa is loose.

Listen closely and you'll hear him as he drives out of sight,

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!