Holiday Greetings.

T'was a few nights before Christmas, when all through the house
Under a blanket we're burrowing, listening to Allison Krouss.
Stockings were hung above the chimney with care,
embroidered with Ryan, Elyse and Pup Fair.

Pete was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of snicker-poodles danced in his head.
Ryan in his OSU shirt with a warm up of tea,
Turned off the music for a marathon of Glee.

When out of the dining room arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away from the sofa I flew like a flash,
To see what could cause such a terrible crash.


The moon glistened from window glistened off the freshly fallen table

broke with the weight of enough Christmas card greetings to fill up a stable.

When, what to my wondering mind should appear,

But a little tiny bit gnawing of fear.

With a Holiday season so busy and crazy,

and, let's be honest, an author that's a little bit lazy,
"Oh Jingle Balls," I gave with a shout,
"I forgot to get OUR Christmas cards out!"

"Now Lindsay! now, Traci! now, Jeni and Bill!
Oh, Grandma! Oh, Grandpa! oh Stefanie and...Dr. Phil?

With 2 postal days left, what can I do?
Only give this little ditty to you.
Even though there's no Christmas card from the Fair houshold sight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Merry Christmas!
xoxoely