Saturday, December 12, 2009
We hustle and bustle into the garage.
We are looking for Christmas decorations.
Searching through boxes and bags.
Nowhere to be found.
Then suddenly we hear a pound.
We follow that pound with listning ears.
But we desperatly had no fears.
We found that big box me and my dad.
Carried it in for we were glad.
My mom and sister were waiting patintly.
For when we brought the decorations.
We all sent to work on spacing.
We were tring are hardest for now we were pacing.
We put the presents under the tree.
We are all done as you can see.
Now we are tired.
So we had no time to admire