'Twas the night of Christmas and all through the town
No parking at the airport was there to be found.
Like Mary and Joseph, turned away from each inn,
The Hero and Princess could not find a way in.
At last, on the edge of fear and dismay,
A garage they did find to put their car safely away.
They rejoiced in their fortune, though the cost of parking per day
Made the Hero and Princess faint clean away.
Thus begins our holiday saga, a review of which will begin tomorrow, as this poem has used up all of the Princess's creative capacity for one day. Stay tuned!
2 comments:
On your next trip away
You perhaps might agree,
To the airport you'll travel
With Chris and with me.
(And it will be free.)
And then I'll have even MORE to write about! Ahem, just kidding... :)
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