Twas three nights before Christmas, and all through the McDougall-Foster house,

All the creatures were stirring trying to get at the garbage in the entranceway — especially the mouse.

The paintings (and towel racks) were hung back in the bathrooms with care,

Paint fumes are still wafting in the air.

Lucy is snuggled all wam in her crib bed,

She bit my boob last night (blood!) and was almost dead.

Eric is sick, Spencer’s farting up a storm (new food),

I woke with a sore throat and feel kinda warm.

But being with family is all that matters,

Let’s just hope I cook the turkey right and they don’t fall over with a clatter.

Happy holidays! I really am so looking forward to tomorrow — I love hosting. And what better way to celebrate Lucy’s first Christmas than with all the people who adore her. I hope Santa is good to you all.

Carly, Eric, Lucy and Spencer Dog

Possibly related posts:

1. Merry Christmas
2. Christmas needs to be farted out of my head so it can die painlessly until next year
3. The snot will not win
4. The Sick
5. Gotta love the free childcare over the holidays