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Wednesday, January 07, 2009

...And mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again

Well hello all. School starts up again tomorrow, and I'm only taking 14 credits (possibly 16 if I take my ensembles for credit) so it should be less busy than last semester. Less concerts, that's for sure.

But before I post about school sometime in the near future, I should finish posting about Christmas. As Mollie wrote, you can get the detailed version from Erin, (click on sidebar link) including wrecked cars, snow, detours, icy roads, rat poison, snow, locked doors, snow, and little children. Oh, and snow. And, let me point out as no one has, that despite the trouble in getting to and from our little cabin in Island Park, Idaho, it was actually very nice. For the first time in a few years the whole family was together for Christmas, and for the last time in what I would assume to be quite a while. And Chad and I were glad we didn't have to spend Christmas in our 300 square foot apartment in Rexburg. There were little children, "their eyes all aglow", excited to see if Santa had come while they "lay a-snooze" in their beds. It was cute.


And - for the occasion, I have completed my own version of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas".

Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot.

But the weather just north of Whoville did NOT!

The weather hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!

Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

In Island Park Idaho, the snow never stopped.

Our plans, it would seem, would have to be dropped.

The first group of Who’s arrived safely on time

The following Who's would be partners in crime.

They would leave later that day and make it by night,

Bringing Christmas to Idaho, to children’s delight.

It was quarter past six… the Who’s had been waiting

To hear from the Who’s who were audibly hating

The weather, the ice, the whole Christmas plan,

Of which neither of them was a fan.

The truck had been packed – the presents! The wrappings!

The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,

They slid off the road and threatened to dump it!

They thought of the groceries – of the Who’s feast!

They thought of Who-pudding! They thought of roast beast!

But the Who’s were relieved to hear both were okay

And could continue to the cabin with little delay.

The Who’s in the cabin were not done quite yet,

Something happened that had the whole cabin upset.

They turned around fast, and they saw a small Who.

Little Sawyer James Who, who was not more than two.

He had come out of the bathroom, poison in hand,

In a strange turn of events that no one had planned.

His tiny Who mother, had held on the line,

And finally found out that he would be fine.

A different Who Mother and her little Who twins

Went to work making their cabin a Holiday Inn.

The next day, despite snow, a rescue party was sent

To retrieve the stranded Who's after the dramatic event.

In the meantime, a Who husband began his trip up

And made it eventually without a slip up.

And later that day it was a ***** Who daughter,

Who’d just taken a shower of nice warm hot water –

She was locked out of her room without any clothes

Saved by a Who brother from all of her woes.

It was nightfall again before the Who’s all returned,

They unloaded the cars and the day was adjourned.

Then it was Christmas Eve, but the Who’s lacked a tree!

In 3 feet of snow, there was no time to disagree.

It was obvious, without the Who father intervening,

Once it was up, the Who tree was leaning!

They grabbed the tree and they started to shove,

The poor crooked tree would be tied from above.

The presents were set out under the Who Christmas tree

The tiny Who children were so excited they could pee.*

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.

All the Who's were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.

Nothing could stop Christmas from coming! IT CAME!

Somehow or other, it came just the same.

Although there were bows, presents and food galore,

This story of Christmas had a little bit more.

It would have come without ribbons. It would have come without tags.

It would have come without packages, boxes, or bags.

Christmas, they found, doesn’t come from a store.

Christmas, they knew, meant a little bit more.

The next morning Christmas had come in its glory

And then comes the very best part of the story.

Although 2 Shanley Court was quite faraway,

All the Whos, every one, were together that day.


*editor's note: (I could have rhymed with “glee”, but come on. How fun would that be?)

3 comments:

ottspot said...

Megan has too much time off from school...but lovely poem.

Megan Busath said...

yeah, well i started classes today, so I'm sure that'll be overwith soon. :o( But thanks.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the nice poem! I will post the one I wrote on my blog.