…this is the poem my unbelieveable adorable husband wrote (in the comments) while I was away this past weekend. I thought is was too sweet to go unseen.
‘Twas the night before Friday’, when all through the house,
Our Bichons were blitzing, playing a game of cat and mouse
The yarn piled high in the closets with care,
In hopes that dear husband wouldn’t find it all there;
With some skeins even hidden underneath our bed,
If my husband finds those, i’ll surely be dead;
I’m knitting a sweater, some socks and a hat,
On circular needles, size 0! How’s that!?
I go away that weekend, leaving hubby at home
visiting friends in virginia, that’s where i roam
But on saturday morning, he woke to a clatter
he sprang from the bed, to see what was the matter.
A noise from the closet, that’s what he heard
it wasn’t a mouse, nor a cat nor a bird.
he opened that door, quick as a flash
and was buried beneath Denise’s secret yarn stash.
he shouted and cursed and called them by name
damn campari and jitterbug, you’re all to blame!
With yarn stuck to his clothes, hanging from ears and his chin
he looked all around and didn’t know where to begin.
Wollmeise was piled high all over the floor
he just shook his head and walked to the door.
Everyone should be this blessed and loved.