To the Editor:
It’s the day after Christmas and all through the house, no one was moving, not even the mouse. The stockings that hung by the chimney with care were empty and limp, thrown over a chair.
The children and parents were snug in their beds, with visions of presents and bills in their heads. Dad in his flannels and mom in her wrap were planning on a nice cozy nap.
When all of a sudden, they heard such a clatter, they jumped from their beds to see what was the matter. They ran to the window and then to the door, “Oh no, it’s the neighbors,” with cookies galore.
So we put on the coffee and welcomed them in. “We’re not staying long,” they said with a grin.
They chattered, drank coffee, then went on their way before the no’theaster kept them at bay.
We hugged them and wished them a Happy New Year, then we jumped back to bed with quilts to our ear.
If this sounds familiar, we’ve said this before.
Happy New Year to all, now lock the door.