When the work is all done,
And I've come to the end of my run,
I can lay in the sun,
And have a little fun.
I can think about the day,
As I lay,
Watching the clouds drift away,
And think about the things left to say.
Merry Christmas will be one,
When this month is done,
And Happy holidays to some,
Those that come to my house for cinnamon buns.
What a great thing to look forward too.
Making ornaments and eating a cookie or two.
And for dinner, a flavorful beef stew.
I think that's exactly what I'll do.