It's the week before Christmas, the shopping's not done,
The cards are not written, no, not even one.
Few gifts have been purchased, and those are unwrapped.
The list of the things the kids want is untapped.
The lights are still sitting alone in their box.
For some reason, the stockings are in with the socks.
The tree is still naked, no wreath on the door,
The house is in shambles, there's dust on the floor.
The laundry needs washing, and drying and folding.
The sink's full of dishes, (though no one is scolding).
No pies and no cookies are being prepared.
The bedrooms are needed, they have to be aired!
The Writer is standing atop of the stairs,
Weeping and wringing her hands in despair.
"I try to start early, I do," she will say,
"But somehow each year the time just gets away."
"I've seen this before," Vroni says to her friends.
"We have to do something! This rant never ends!"
"We all can pitch in," says Mariah with glee.
"It will be lots of fun! I can't wait for the tree!"
We then guide The Writer to sit were it's cozy,
We tell her to stay, not to watch or be nosy.
One of us brings her a nice cup of tea.
We then put a Christmas show on the TV.
Many hands make light work, as the old saying goes,
Even hands that are tiny, as any doll knows.
If the dolls work together the work goes away.
It stops being work and then turns into play.
Two dolls do the laundry and then make the beds.
One doll bakes cookies and pie and then bread.
She washes the dishes now piled in the sink.
It seems to go fast, it is quick as a wink.
Two dolls run the vacuum and one mops the floor.
One doll climbs up, puts a wreath on the door.
One doll addresses the envelopes neatly.
Another puts stamps on and seals them completely.
One doll takes the list and then orders online.
Two-day shipping and gift wrap, he knows will save time.
Then one writes this poem. (You will know who's our poet!)
One chooses the photos. (Who that is, you will know it.)
Now still with one week left before the big day,
The Writer looks forward to guests who will stay,
To singing the carols, to eating the food,
Relaxing, enjoying the holiday mood.
If you find you need help, just look to a doll.
Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and Christmas to all!
Veronika: Götz Classic Kidz Vroni
Mandy: Götz Happy Kidz Katie 2015
Jolena: Götz Happy Kidz Lena in Aspen
Charlotte: Götz Happy Kidz Anna in Paris
Mariah: Götz Happy Kidz Mariah, "Chosen" from My Doll Best Friend
Billy: Götz Happy Kidz Lily at London
Emil: Götz Happy Kidz Emilia
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Mariah, your poem is perfectly jolly.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not quite sure who placed the holly.
But I'm guessing it was Emil doing that climbing.
And Charlotte for sure was flipping and flying.
Those photos, Billy, are surely amazing.
They are definitely worth all the gazing.
Jolena, you're cooking and baking looks yummy.
Wish I was there to put in my tummy.
V'roni and Mandy, I can see you've been busy.
All the cards and the pressies must put you 'a tizzy.
Pippa, you did a great job, the vacuum a riding.
Surely, there were no dust bunnies left a hiding.