Christmas Craft Fair Poem
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.
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| 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...
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| sled story |
With me in an apron and tags in my lap,
By now all I need is a very long nap.
.JPG "craft fair poem www.homeroad.net") |
| 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)
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