Well, to all my readers (Sam and John), I wish a merry Christmas. As usual, today we had a Swedish dinner with roast beef and sausages, rice pudding for dessert, and the ritual writing of Christmas poems in between.
My poem was pretty standard for me: not very good, complaining about the rice pudding to come. For no good reason, I'll put my haiku here:
Sausage, Roast Beef, Cheese.
Pickles, Crackers, Gravy, Bread.
No rice pudding, please.
Like I said, not amazing. My favorite was from my niece, Abigail:
Christmas is the time of year
When bells are ringing
And presents
But most of all, Christmas trees.
That girl is going to go places, I tell you.
Anyway, it's Christmas. Merry Christmas, everybody.
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Yay for Abby!
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