Twas the night before christmas and all through the house a bradley was screaming and destroying the house. We forgot to hang the stockings by the chimney thats not there. In hopes that Christmas soon will be there.
Bradley was nestled all snug in his crib, while visions of sugar cookies danced in his head. And mamma in her flannel, and I in my boxers, Had just settled our brains for a short winters nap.
Hey, i gave it a good shot. I just couldnt continue doing the poem any longer. Hopefully Bradley hangs on tight for this christmas. He has two crazy ones coming up! I really believe the second christmas that we have on sat. the 27th just might be about all he can handle! Including Bradley there will be 4 little ones under age of 4. and 10 adults that I can think of. All 14 of us huddled under the christmas tree that morning while the kids destroy the tree and their toys. Oh boy! At least we are getting there early enough for mimosas and Cinnamon rolls!
Let the games begin!
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