What this posting is really about is the anticipation of going home. We can't wait to see family and friends. Several weeks ago we got a letter from one of our children. Their daughter wrote the following poem.
To Grandma and Grandpa
Thanksgiving is now too close to wait,
We'll fill our bellies,
And clear our plate,
Then soon after you will see St. Nick,
With eight strong reindeer,
Each sneaky, and slick.
Then friends will gather from far and from near,
And at midnight all yell,
"Happy New Year!"
Our countdown will be getting short,
Because soon after we will pick you up,
From the Salt Lake Airport.
We'll have a big party,
And pin you like crazy,
Without feeling sorry.
We will do all the things that we used to,
Whatever it may be,
You're always fun-we love being with you!
We laugh and we play,
We had sleepovers and ate pancakes,
It was wo fun, wouldn't you say?
We are all so excited!
It will be fantastic!
Our happiness will be unlimited.
We love you so much and look forward to your getting home!
Love, the Ecclestons