in hope that the soggy toes'll dry before morn.
the children (rory and leonard) are snug in their beds,
while visions of pavlovas danced in their heads.
And Rhondah in her pudding hat,
and John in his Pjs
play sitar and cello
to the noise of the freeway.
The christmas tree sits
in the corner aglow
with cardboard limbs
and fake silver snow
This christmas is colder
than ever before
Snow, ice and rain,
no sun and seashore.
Parcels from home
lie under the tree
wherever we roam
we can still be
ONE BIG HAPPY
AFL FAMILY
Love from Rhondah, John, Rory, Leonard, and Claire.
And I'm not joking about the cardboard tree. This may just be the only one of it's kind in the world.
We love brown cardboard, and cheery UPS delivery people who provide us with most of it.