Hello. It’s ME!!
I wrote a song for Christmas. I thought you might like to read the lyrics.
My dear friends.
Bought me wine.
And the wine scared the living daylights out of me.
But Dad drank the wine.
And it was a mighty fine wine he said as he became more giddy with each drop.
All I was left with was residual frap.
I spent Christmas with Frank.
We’re good friends, so that’s why he sat
… on my mat.
While Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa and my Aunt celebrated Christmas,
Frank and I Assessed Threats.
Frank spotted something odd on the cactus across the street.
I dug deeper.
But I was stymied.
As my own Christmas Story intersected with another.
I ran out of lyrics.
So I end my song.
As the sun sets on my Christmas home.
Georgy Porgy pudding pie.
Kiss the girls and make them cry ….
Oh wait, I got confused.
Our backyard is coming along nicely …
But I’m getting impatient … MOM, WHEN WILL I HAVE NEW ARTIFICIAL TURF???
Well … WHEN??!
Mom says, “Why don’t you invite your loyal followers, your readers, the very ones you owe your staggering social media success to, to guess the final date of completion of the Casita and Back Yard?”
- Mom = February 4 (Super Bowl).
- Dad = February 14 (#romance).
Use the comments section to offer your guess. The day the pool is full is the official completion date. The winner earns a coveted Major Award. Just not this one from up the street.