Tis the day before Christmas and all through the house.
Not a creature is stirring except Mom and her mouse.
The family is snuggled asleep nice and tight.
But Mom is up early making sure all is right.
Are the packages wrapped? Does each have a tag?
One more trip to the grocery, should just be one bag...
Yet there on the desktop there came quite a clatter.
No crisis, no problem. Nothing really the matter.
It is just Mom regretting she has nothing to share
To all her dear readers, from here and from there.
So though I don't have a cute share from a punch
I want you to know that I love you a bunch.
I love that you visit! I love that you come!
I love that you copy the things I have done!
And now that I'm sounding a bit like dear Seuss,
And don't want you to think that I'm hitting the juice
I'll end this short poem, this small bit of rhyme...
Wishing you a Merry Christmas just this one last time