When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
The pumpkins were hung
From the windows without care….
In hopes that Drew’s birthday would soon be there.
Drew was nestled all snug in his bed,
while visions of balloons and party hats danced in his head.
Sally on the carpet, and I on the couch,
Had just settled down for a long evening’s slouch.
Cupcakes were frosted, zoo animals stuck in snug…
Flowers trimmed, veggies pealed and fruit cut, now it’s time to unplug!
and that’s where Mom’s creativity dies the night before your birthday, Drew. So——-
Happy Birthday, dear Drew….
And to all a good night….