A New Year's Poem

'Twas the night before New Year's and all through the house
Not a human was stirring except our baby who never sleeps and is always sick but we still love him although i am sick of being sick, and tired of being tired, and i wish my dog would walk faster on walks but he's 14 so i can't complain too much but people run marathons faster than it takes our geriatric crew to get around the block which by the way has a house on it that is a disgusting filthy mess and the owner refuses to take care of it and oh yea its right next door to my house and i am forced to walk by it really slowly every day because my stupid 14 year old dog can't walk like a normal dog he has to saunter ever so slowly while my blood boils because i'm forced to look at this dump but i'm not complaining im just saying i'm tired (and sick)...again.

The End

  

Santa Baby

The Fat Man made his way through Western Pennsylvania on a steel pony.  The Boy was less than impressed.  As a result, we felt that a closer, more personal encounter would change his perception of Santa.  Where better to accomplish this than the local mall.

The line circled Santa four times and the elf on location notified us that it was approximately 3 hours to see The Bearded One.  Being that this was Ayden's first Christmas, and that we fashion ourselves as good parents (who would do anything for our boy), we got the photographic evidence that cemented our place in the pantheon of overachievers.  Merry Christmas Boy.  Merry Christmas.