T'was the night of December first, when all through )en's house,
Two cats rough and tumbled over an imaginary mouse,
Boxes of decor were dragged from the basement with mild care,
But what should they pull out, they wondered, to be hung where?
The child was nestled in the corner cozy chair,
Reading as much as his tired eyes could bear.
Seanmo at a puzzle, and I with my tea,
Thinking and wondering what each blog post might be,
For it was the first of December! And you know what that means,
Jen embarks on the hunt, for stories she gleans.
It's difficult, it's tricky, it's a challenge for sure
In the past, Jen may have even a tiny bit swore:
Now DASH IT! now BLAST IT! CONFOUND IT! and DAGNABBIT!
Oh COME ON, by now it should well be a HABIT!
To the top of my brain nestled inside my skull,
Give me some words that aren't terribly dull!
As a silent prayer was given to creativity herself,
)en remembered blog posts of yore, like when she was an elf,
And when she and her squirt sang a jolly duet,
That he could have been so small, she would never have bet,
And then in a twinkling, she found him now ten,
The greatest gift of her life, oft inspiring her pen,
Accompanied by the funniest Sean,
Offering insights and quips with n'ary a yawn,
Her life dressed in joy, from her head to her boot
Magic's everywhere! Whether up ladder or down chute,
Her eyes, how they twinkled at kid's dimples so merry
His humor delicious, like a morello cherry
The writer could write, about what? no one knows
But write on she would! Where'er the wind blows
She sprang to her desk, to her team gave a whistle,
And away she typed, whether haiku or epistle,
But I heard her exclaim through the drinking of nog,
HAPPY DAY ONE OF 25 DAYS OF JEN'S LOG!