Twas the night of the bird and all through the house,
Every creature was stirring, even the dead mouse. (to feed the snakes)
The pies were all baked with a cherry on top.
In hopes that the turkey would soon go "POP."
The sixteen were wilder than usual this night.
Too cold to send outside and shut the door tight.
So we talked over the racket and let the kids play,
Only interfering if blood was on display.
The food was delicious with great company too.
"Two more bites of turkey and then you are through."
Cleaning their plates in hopes to become strong.
Opening mouths especially to a song.
Then all through the house there arose such a clatter.
BANG BANG and a THUMP, Did something go splatter?
Awaiting the distinctive cry of an other.
We heard nothing and were filled with great wonder.
Crickety Crack opened the laundry shoot door...
And out walked two year old Jagger ready for more.
He seemed ok but walked a little unsteady,
And then we heard Presley say, "Jagger are you ready?"
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So clever. I love it! Good work on that one!
Must be a true sign that he is definitely Ryan's son! Cute poem.
I don't think we'll ever know who sent him down the great slide but the evidence points to your daughter and her sweet little voice, "Jagger, you ready?" hahahahaha
he is the cutest little guy ever! oh my goodness i wish i was small enough to ride the laundry shoot!
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