After the stockings had been hung by the chimley with care,
Our mother would unwrap our greatgrandmother Zelma's the cube house
With hopes of no creatures munching
'Nor stirring amoung the pink icing and sugar cubes
Our mother would unwrap our greatgrandmother Zelma's the cube house
With hopes of no creatures munching
'Nor stirring amoung the pink icing and sugar cubes
My sister and I would sing with glee
When another year had passed with out any traces of mouse pee!
At last, one Christmas to our surprize,
When our mother unwrapped the foam from Zelma's home,
to only find one little beedy eyed,
mouse had dined
on the pink icing and sugar cubes.
Over the years we have tried to re-create the delicate pink one story
home which dazzled our little eyes with such glory.
home which dazzled our little eyes with such glory.
We had all but given up,
until this year when my mother showed up.
until this year when my mother showed up.
She came bearing all of the tools needed,
to finish a sugar cube home just in time for the season!
It's a little uneven,
but hopefully it will spark a little twinkle,
and keep my boys a believing'
in the magic of the Season!
Doesn't he look like the kid from The Christmas Story?
