T'was the night before flying home, and all through the house
Travis and George are not stirring, but at eleven pm I'm frantically scurrying around like a mouse.
The suitcases are sitting empty, still waiting to be packed with care
In hopes that all will be done with some moments to spare.
Feeling Christmasy and festive, yet a big to-do list sits in my lap.
I try to finish these last minute gifts so I can sleep longer than a nap.
The sewing machine whirling, the needle moving back and forth
Then up at 4am to head to the great, white north!
