Came across this poem and made me smile

Its the day before Christmas and all through the house

The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse



The wreath which had merrily hung on the door

Is scattered in pieces all over the floor



The stockings that hung in a neat little row

Now boast a hole in each one of the toes



The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims

and now although splendid, its missing some limbs



I catch them and hold them "be good" I insist

They lick me, then run off to see what they've missed



And now as I watch them the thought comes to me

That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be



Should children and puppies yet show us the way

and teach us the joy that should come with this day



Could they bring the message thats written above

And tell us that most of all Christmas is LOVE


Me and my darling hubby went to Horsham in Sussex....just to browse around. Along one street they had 3 snow makers blowing...the scene was entrancing....Christmas music playing...people walking through and getting "snowed on". But what stopped me in my tracks
were the children all standing/jumping/skipping around their faces full of laughter...so young so sweet. A young man was entertaining them and shouting "Who loves Christmas"...and the children responded with such raised voices. Me and hubby stood watching for a while I was starting to choke up........how I wish that time did not rush by soooo quick and I could enjoy the time all over again with my children........but there again...........I will and I can....with our Grandchildren, how wonderful is that. Honestly the sentimentality at this time of year now that I'm a tad older......(or like a matured red wine, mellow and warm without a tang!!! he he.)...is so silly, now where did I put that box of tissues.......x