Wednesday Weekly Video post(Christmas Special)

Christmas In Montebello, or A Visit from the Christmas Geese

'Twas the day before Christmas,
And all through the town,
People were shopping and running around.
Last-minute gifts were purchased with haste,
Not wanting a moment to go to waste.

And around our little home, Mom was finishing up,
Wrapping the presents and gifts and stuff.
Dad was busy, getting manny things done,
Making final adjustments for their trip still to come.

And Tommy, My brother, stopped in for a bit,
Taking a break from his work because he saw fit.
And Myself, what did I do, you say?
I waited for sundown to come this way.
For still to be finished were the lights 'round the big tree,
Putting the final touches for all to drive by and see.

The full moon, how it glowed brightly on the river below,
shimmering as the Canadian geese honked and glided along, oh so slow.
The cars slowed down as they drove through the night,
Looking in awe as I made things right.
And Out on the lawn I gave out a shout,
"Mom, Dad, Tommy, You gotta come out!"

My family came running, thinking something's gone wrong,
But what they found was Me singing a song.
They watched as I danced and placed the last of the lights,
My breath easily seen on this cold winter's night.
"What's wrong?" said Dad "You give us a fright."
Mom just looked and laughed as I continued my flight.
Tommy looked down, embarrassed to see,
How graceful a quarter-ton Hippo like me could be. (I kid, I'm not THAT big)

When from the spreading ground gave an incredible sound,
As gaggles of geese made landings all around.
We listened and watched as they crossed through the moon,
Their wings, opened wide, their calls in tune.
Below them, their cousins answered their call,
As they glided onto the water, to come together one and all.

We stood there, all quiet, on the bank above,
Watching as Nature played a song of love.
But before long it was time to go inside,
After all, none of us really have a winter-proof hide.

So we gathered round a burning Yule Log,
And listened as the Geese scared off the fog.
And so, let Me say, as I crawl under the sheets.
"Merry Christmas to all, but beware of cold feet."

Merry Christmas everyone, from all of here at the Diablo Sports Page. Enjoy the Yule Logs