‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the airport,
Not a creature was stirring, except for our SmarteCarte.
Our suitcases were packed with the utmost care,
How ever did I fit all my shoes in there?
With Dad in his Arone’s shirt and I in my best,
Scarcely believing we get to go first class!
To Sicily we go on an A330,
Fulfilling a dream that’s taken me thirty.
As we roared down the runway, Dad let out a laugh,
Merry Christmas to all and good riddance to the year past!
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6 comments:
Hi Laura!
Didn't know you were a poet!! Great writing! Can't wait to hear of your travels and adventures. FIRST CLASS!!?? Yeah, for you!
Frankie
ps...hi to your dad!
Laura,
I am sooo jealous!!! You guys are going to have an awesome time. Have a safe flight. Say HI to dad also:)
Teresa
'Tis the day after Christmas and all through the house - the only creature stirring is Mom and (yippee)no mouse! The driveway has been shoveled again and again. What happened to the guy I hired? No payment shall I send.
Okay, enough of that...
Laura, your Paris dream is becoming a reality! I am anxious for pictures and more creative writing. Love you, Mom
"'twas the night before christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except...the 4 assholes coming through the front-2 by 2 cover formation" (Die Hard) i hope you are having the time of your life. tell all i say hello and god bless.
-arivederche
'Twas two days after Christmas and all through malls, every shopper was splurging and dragging a spouse;
the retailers drooled off their chins in despair, their meek hopes in Bernanke looking like a bad dare;
And Laur in her Choos and Pa in his Maglis, had just wandered in thinking Rome was too Cali;
when out in the courtyard there arose such a clatter they sprang from their cab - no english no matter! Away down the street they ran for the bash, ate some panini and threw down some cash;
when what to their wondering eyes should appear, but some man in a hat and his consigliere;
with his outrageous staff and his colorful ware, they knew in a moment the Pope was now there. More rapid than eagles Tom's curses they came, he whistled and catcalled and worked in profane..
:D
Sorry - I'd write more but I need to get out of the office before I'm the last one here. Anyway, couldn't resist taking a crack at it as well. Laura, please say hi to the Senior Oberg for me. I will send additional thoughts I have about Paris. Enjoy!
Troy
Good luck Laura, happy new year, it's still 2007 here in Denver.
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