Dec

2005

Last month I forgot to give you the recipe for the Crock Pot Cake.  Well, here it is.

Bernie has announced how lucky we are.  We have won $99 so far.  I do believe we’re closer to that ‘pot ‘o’ gold’.

Come one, come all to ring in the new year, Saturday December 31st at 7 pm!  The party is here with food (bring something), music, libations (punch with or without spirits provided or bring your own), and games for all ages.  If you don’t want to drive home stay in the lodge  overnight.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except me and my spouse

The stocking were empty, no presents were wrapped
We were way behind schedule and our resources tapped

The children were nestled all snug in the beds,
While the horrors of assembling danced in our heads


Dad armed with a screwdriver, ready and poised
To build a red trike for one of our boys.

When off in the hall there arose a strange noise
We dove over boxes to hide all the toys

The thud, it turned out, was our dumb puppy Paul
Who was chasing the cat and ran into the wall

Back to his task, Dad cursed at his mess
I suspect he was lost, but he’d never confess

He wrestled with parts and fumbled with tools
Emailed the manufacturer and called them all fools

After hours of struggle, the bike finally took shape,
With a few cuts and bruises and the aid of duct tape

He stood back and gaped at the bike he just built
It weaved and it wobbled and rolled with a tilt

His frustration grew; his voice shook as he spoke
“The directions are Greek, it’s all a sick joke”

At this point he snapped, his thinking unclear
He’ll do something stupid; this was my big fear.!”

He grabbed each toy’s instructions, oh why won’t he learn,
Tossed them into the fire, chanting “burn baby burn”

“Burn Disney, burn Huffy, to blazes with you
Burn Fisher Price, Playskool and Hasbro, too”

As smoke filled the room, this was his first clue
That in his haste, he had neglected the flue

To the top of the mantle, to the top of the wall
A black cloud developed and ash settled on all

Soot landed on stockings and covered the tree
And gave a look of charcoal to all we could see

The firemen came, dressed in yellow, like sun
Seems the neighbors saw smoke and dialed 9-1-1

Out came the axe, out came the hoses
Out came a Dalmatian who trampled my roses.

“There’s no trouble here,” I swore up and down
Realizing this faux pas would soon be ‘round town

“My husband’s a good man,” I tried to explain
“The instructions weren’t clear. It drove him insane”

The fire chief nodded and gathered his crew
Hopped onto their truck and away they all flew

But I heard them converse as they drove out of sight
“Her husband’s the third one who’s done that tonight!”

Twas the Night  for

Assembling

ParentingHumor.com

By Kellie Head (c) 1999

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