‘Twas the day before Christmas at our humble abode.
Kody scrambles eggs, I wrap gifts in a simple mode.
“You’re wrapping really is a gift,” I hear.
“Thank you. And so is your breakfast, my dear.”
Drew’s cello lies in the middle of the floor.
“Put your cello away or play a tune I’ll adore.”
And that’s how it started. I had to share.
From the overflowing heart of a Mama Bear.