Christmas Craft Fair Poem7:45:00 PM
Twas the night before the craft fair
and all through my house
Not a creature was helping...
not even my spouse.
The vintage stockings are packed
in a wood crate with care...
By morning all the ornaments
soon will be there.
The angels are ready with paper wings instead,
while silver glass Christmas balls creating the head.
|Vintage Tart Angels|
The banners and garland will be strung all around,
Christmas music will be playing a beautiful sound.
When what to my wondering eyes will appear?
But a hand painted sled pulling up the rear...
With me in an apron and tags in my lap,
By now I could use a very long nap.
|Last year's craft fair|
My days have been busy,
my mind in a flurry.
The fair opens early so
I'll be in a hurry.
Wish me luck for tomorrow,
another craft fair in sight...
Happy Selling to all and to all a good night!
(apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)