Whoa!  I had to do lots of begging and whimpering to get Mommy to let me write another story.  She claims she has so much to do like: shopping, wrapping, cards, and baking.  That??™s probably more of her lies because she wants the typing machine all to herself!  Anyway, last night I had a dream about our Christmas in Kansas.  That??™s where we??™re going this year, to visit my Grandpa B.  I guess my dream was broken or something, because it came out like a poem, whatever that is!  At least that??™s what Mommy calls it.  She said, ???Shiloh, you wrote your very first poem.???  I don??™t even know what that word ???poem??? means.  I just thought words were words ??“ go figure.  Anyway, I??™ve never made a poem before, so if it??™s not very good exccuussee me!

CHRISTMAS AT GRANDPA B??™s.

T??™was the night before Christmas,
We were at Grandpa B??™s. house.
Not one of us was stirring,
And I couldn??™t find a mouse.

Our stockings were hung,
And I hoped they??™d get filled.
I hoped Santa could find Kansas,
Before his sleigh took a spill.

Hank and I were cuddling,
All snug in the bed.
Dreaming of old Santa,
In his suit of bright red.

I was dreaming of snow,
So if Santa should crash.
It wouldn??™t break all our toys,
And his sleigh wouldn??™t smash.

I hoped he??™d come quiet,
Grandpa B. needed to sleep.
Cause if he sprung out of bed,
He might not land on his feet.

Then down in the basement,
I heard chug, chug, clatter, clatter!
I flew down those stairs,
To see what was the matter.

Well, that was my dream.  Mommy says I??™m possessing (aw shucks, she says the word is  ???obsessing???) again, but she always thinks she knows everything.  I??™m just really, really worried that Santa will think I??™m lost, or dead, if he can??™t find me at my own house.  I think Santa is a lot like my Mom ??“ he thinks he knows ???everything??? too!  I wonder why they are so much alike?  Maybe they are related?  I guess I??™ll just have to wait and see what happens??¦that could be a whole ???nother story for another time.

Shiloh