‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
My little girl Aria, crawls fast as a mouse.
She moves up the stairs with astonishing care,
Don’t know when she learned that; I can’t help but stare.
Then she starts dancing; I gasp and cheer.
Up in the guest bed a new lamp shines bright,
She waves at her shadow, like Peter Pan in the night.
Who woulda though ten months outta the womb,
She’d be playful and silly; Little girl in full bloom?
It’s not always easy. Time can really be tight.
She’s teething again, and this time she bites!
She’s aware of her family and finds strangers a fright,
Consistently cries when I’m two steps outta site.
Each day a gift, like gold, incense, and myrrh.
It’s amazing how much she can change in a week,
Who knows what’s next, when she’ll walk, run or speak?
Special thanks to everyone, who helped out this year,
Friends old and new, there for Aria dear.
And to every reader, givers of advice,
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good night!