I Won’t Quit My Day Job

It was the week before Christmas and the girls were so sad,
Big bro was away, and so was their Dad.
Their toys had been played with and were getting real old,
And they were trapped in the house because outside was so cold.
They were missing their chalk and their outside games,
Inside activities were getting quite lame.
What can we do, Mommy? We’ve got nothing to do!
I looked at them and smiled, “I’ve got something for you.”
I reached deep in my closet and found just the thing,
Their eyes lit up and with joy they did sing.
Old bridesmaid dresses performed magic of sorts,
Our living room transformed into queens courts.
Boredom vanished and happy girls played queens,
Dressed in Old bridesmaid dresses, one purple, one green.

But. . . .

One dress was too big, the green one fell off,
Quickly and surely, a solution was sought.
This time more modern, like Mama she dressed,
And picked up a camera, Now you’ll see the rest. . .


And that is my story, it’s silly but true,
My one and only goal is to bring a smile to you.

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To be filed under:  Things I do while driving home from church. “Write silly rhymes.”

(No worries, I won’t quit my day job.)

Happy Monday!

  • Joni - December 23, 2013 - 2:11 pm

    What fun!ReplyCancel

  • Katie - December 23, 2013 - 4:34 pm

    so, so awesome, summer! merry christmas!ReplyCancel

  • Ky | TwoPretzels - December 23, 2013 - 4:51 pm

    Absolutely awesome. It's amazing to see the resemblance between the sisters who inhabit your house (and heart). You two sure make cute ones…ReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - December 23, 2013 - 6:31 pm

    Great post Summer. Hope your family has a very blessed Christmas and I'm sure it will hold special meaning being your "first" in your new home.

    Enjoy,
    Cheryl NReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - December 26, 2013 - 8:42 pm

    hahhaha!! i LOVED this. i'm actually hoping you quit your day job and now just write riddles/poems with sing-songy lines and rhymes!! i loved the photos, too!
    love,
    Miss ReplyCancel

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