Christmas, 2005
For Christmas, a seven-room, three-story creation’s in store
With forest green shutters, window boxes and door;
A classic, colonial-style beauty in white,
Whose dark, wood shingles on the roof look so right.
Near the staircase that reaches to all upper floors,
Flanking the living room fireplace (in cherry, of course)
Are two Queen Anne wing chairs, all dressed up in chintz,
Also a Christmas tree, trimmed, with lighting that blinks.
There, on the main floor, the red and white kitchen
Has cabinets galore — a cook’s dream, we reckon.
A plain farmhouse table and four Windsor chairs
Promise good family eating without any cares.
The second-floor bedroom is a vision in blue
With a nightstand, chest, bed (with a real pillow, too.)
The girl's room, beside it, is now fully furnished,
And the hand-painted wardrobe assures it is cherished.
The attic rooms allow for a toy-room so nice,
An office for the computer and various mice,
Leaving just enough space for a piano in cherry…
Yes, The Girl’s dollhouse is furnished so merry!
- S.
We’ve covered our butts — no cause for panic —
Bought her a bike, a Barbie, and something electronic!
— Granny
