There’s a gorgeous storm brewing outside my windows. Wind shaking the rest of the Fall leaves from branches and beating them against the house. The occasional snowflake and small animal blowing past. (Okay, no animals. Only small children.) It reminds of of sitting in my dad’s study in Maryland and reading from our Childcraft collection of books when it was too cold to go outside and play. Those were great books. There was one that was just clever poetry for children. This was one of my favorites. Perhaps I’m hungry:
The Tea Party (Without Glenn Beck)
I had a little tea party
This afternoon at three
‘Twas very small
Three guests in all
Just I, myself, and me.
Myself ate up the sandwiches
While I drank up the tea.
‘Twas also I who ate the pie
And passed the cake to me.
Awww. I’m going to go make some pie. And maybe a bit of orange ginger tea.
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