O for Friday how I wait
Eagerly for that awesome date
The day I shall open the Christmas crates
And all around will decorate.
Tree up, lights on,
Swirly ornaments on my lawn,
No doubt I'll be up at the crack of dawn,
With a cup of joe and a happy yawn.
But first there's Thanks we must be Giving
For all the blessings He's been giving.
For family, for food, and this life we are living,
Even for gravy that may need sieving.
But Friday is the day that comes after,
And I shall try to spend it with laughter
And hang oranaments and lights from every rafter
Then write, since of this blog I am the drafter.