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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.
To that sump hole I sprinted,
And peeked over the side.
Afraid Santa missed our socks,
And dumped toys down inside.
Then I raced back upstairs,
To report all was fine.
Hopped back in the bed,
Was I losing my mind?
Well, by now Mom was cranky,
And said ???Shiloh, stay in this bed!???
Then mumbled something ???bout
???Havin??™ plums in her head????
I finally went to sleep,
Then heard noise on the roof!
That sounded much like,
A wee reindeer hoof.
In Kansas for Christmas,
I couldn??™t get any rest.
And if Santa couldn??™t find us,
I ???d just end up depressed!
Then up popped my ears,
Now what was I hearing?
It sounded like Grandpa,
In the hall ???ho, ho, ho-ing!???
I flew out of the bed,
And tore down the hall.
Crashing right into Grandpa,
Which caused him to fall.
I gazed up at my stocking,
Santa found Grandpa??™s house!
It was stuffed full of toys,
And a squeaky toy mouse.
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
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