01.12.2016 - 22.12.2016
‘Twas the month before Christmas, and deep in the hills;
I was looking for places to shake off the chills;
Quick plans were made and the bags were brought down,
In hopes that we soon would go out of town;
The puppies were nestled all snug in the plane,
While visions of merriment danced in their brains,
We were loaded and ready, flying into the sun,
Headed east to the mountains for some quick winter fun-
We landed in Flat Rock, delighted to see,
A cute little cabin, for Matt and for me.
I barely had settled and took off my coat,
When what did I see? Well it was a goat!
We rode into town filled with glorious stores,
And found Renzo’s Ristorante with pasta galore;
And, what might be a perfect end to this day?
Why a twinkle of lights and great Christmas play.
The next morning we woke and jumped in the car,
We headed to Asheville to pedal a bar.
We sipped and we pedaled, we pedaled and sipped,
Then off for some shopping, we dashed and we skipped.
“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donner and Blitzen;
We heard someone shout and we just had to see,
Why, it wasn’t a reindeer, it only was ME!
As our tummies grew empty, to Limones we ran,
For mussels, ceviche, and caipirinhas in hand;
But so much fun had made our feet ache,
So we soaked our poor feet with massages at Wake.
And then in a twinkling, we headed next door,
Where old books were waiting and champagne was poured.
The next morning the fog was swirling ‘round slow,
As we headed for breakfast at nearby HenDough.
The chicken was hot and the doughnuts were sweet,
And I ate and I ate, ‘til I just couldn’t eat.
Then it was down to Georgia, for Christmas again,
At Barnsley Resort, with some of our friends;
The place was glittering with Christmas decor,
We grabbed up the pups and went to explore;
There was so much to do, that much did transpire,
We walked, and we shot, we drank wine by the fire.
The light of the day passed into dim glow of night,
And we walked through the ruins with bright Christmas lights.
With dinner in my belly and drinks in my hand,
And I couldn’t help but think, “My, this is grand;”
The next day brought spa dates and pretzels and fun,
And long walks and donkeys, and little dog runs.
And soon it was time to get dressed up, you see,
For a Christmas party that was so filled with glee.
And before I knew it, it was already time,
For a final HUGE breakfast that was truly sublime.
Then we sprung to the plane, it was time to go home,
And bring Christmas to our house, no more to roam.
Then with my home in sight, I giggled with glee,
It was time to go looking for our Christmas tree.
And I say to you all, it’s time for happy and bright,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Posted by vicki_h
Archived in USA
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