Tuesday, December 23, 2008

A Christmas Poem by Eight-Year-Old Jon

The stockings had fallen all four in a row.
I was hoping that Saint Nick wouldn't be so slow.
I waited for an hour,
Feeling quite sour.
When I was about to give up, I sat up!
I heard a bump, then got a lump.
Oh, no! It wasn't Saint Nick,
It was just Uncle Rick!

1 comment:

Terri Wagner said...

Pretty good Jon. I could just see that happening.