Our Family Rocks

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the air

the smells of a Bethlehem dinner  wafted without  care.
The lentil soup, Greek salad,  and homemade flat bread
were better than even Cami would have said.

The homemade baklava was a pain in the patootie to bake
But in the end it was so yummy we shoveled it in with a rake.

Then we opened our jammies so filled with style

That they even gave Spencer a small little smile

We read the scriptures and with raspy, hacking voices
Filled the night with the sounds of our favorite Yuletide choices
So maybe it didn't rival the Mormon Tabernacle Choir,
But for our little home was enough to inspire.

After the singing tribute was complete
The kids wrote to Santa to make sure he made it to our street.
To sleep they went with visions of Christmas splendor in their heads
They rose at 4a.m. ready to see what Santa had brought but we sent them back to their beds!

In due time all was made right.
But we were grateful for the time we spent together the previous night.
Worshiping and celebrating the birth of the Savior born in a manger of hay.
We pray his spirit will fill your heart this and every day.


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(Lara's not a poet 
and now you all know it.  
Starting about line nine 
where it starts to sound fine
is right when my sweet faithful Glen

stepped in and made this poem what it should have been.)

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