Spreading A Little Holiday Joy, No Period Required.

   This is how my story flows, the three of us strumming into rows, indulging in some quiet Christmas shopping joys, without the rest of our boys.

   As Abram strolls, there we were, digging through racks of goodies on poles.

   When out of the corner of my eye did appear but a glimpse of my husband in total fear; I look down, to find myself busting out with a tear.

   For the act that had happened was so sincere, for we should have known, there was too much silence near.

   There sat our two-year-old son, so shiny and bright, unwrapping a plastic thingy-ma-jigger in such delight.

   So my purse held that one special thing, that kept his mind in string, oh, I mean swing.

   As we stood and watched, our dear son try to apply it as lip gloss, I thought to myself, it probably would work better as floss.

   Now my husbands fear has turned into two bold rouged cheeks, and after having four kids I was in fear of a leak.

   I look at my husband, red cheeks and all and think, WOW, he would make the most perfect Santa Clause; and perhaps now, I could land myself in a commercial for pre-menopause. 

   And so what might you think we would make from this, but that Tampax has been the achiever in bliss. 

  So Merry Christmas to all and all a goodnight, this story will once again come to light; when his wedding day glows so bright.

                           
Cheers!!!


Dana Hunt-Me