With all apologies to whomever wrote this and whomever put it to music*.
I also feel the need to tell Baby Jesus "No offense, dude. The lyrics to the song are WAY better when they are actually about you.".
Oh, Holy Night
The Nowells are back in Dallas
And the kids are off schedule in spades.
Long lay the snow in back of the house
Where it landed while we were afar.
The thrill of hope, of fruit and veggies waiting
To eat properly, a goal of mine for now.
Falling on my knees. And crawling to the bedroom.
Collapsing on the bed.
And sleeping for many hours.
Oh night. Divine.
Oh night. We landed on time.
Oh night. DIVINE.
The night we arrived back home!
*I'm too tired to even Google this.
But you had energy to write this post? ;-)
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Nowells! We missed you!!