I am posting Anna's latest work-in-progress, without her permission, while she sleeps, knowing she may well choose to delete it tomorrow, but it is very much in the spirit of what is going on in our house at present, and where our thoughts are centered at the moment. The last two sentences are, alas, straight out non-fiction!
"Cakes are baking and presents are being wrapped. Cookies are being iced and candy-canes are being sucked on. Children all over are dressing and rushing through the days until Christmas. Chocolate doors of advent calendars are being opened and the sweet taste is being tasted. Mothers are shaping the dark brown dough of gingerbread men onto cookie dough trays. They are placed in the hot oven and people are waiting. Downstairs mothers are rushing to get wrapping paper for the clothes they shopped for at stores all over the town. Kids are reading books of different Christmas stories and making nice presents for parents or friends. They collect nice shells or pictures, old pictures and make them into collages on frames of pictures that they took. They make cards of all kinds with flaps and pop-ups and tape paper around the gifts they made. Kids go shopping with their friends for little bars of soap or brushes to add on to presents. They take their dirty clothes down to the washer as an early present for their mom. Parents blast Christmas Carols and clean the house for the relatives who are coming. They place more cookies in the oven and pick up toy after toy off the ground. They throw them in the kids’ rooms and ask them to clean them up."
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It twas the weeks before Christmas
and all through the house
All were ablurring
Like rousted out grouse
It consumed their heads
A little bit crazy
Until they all pleaded
"Can we now be, please, just a little bit lazy?"
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