I just made this up a minute ago...
T'was the night before the Funeral
and all through the house,
My husband was stirring, and so was a mouse.
Friends keep calling, showing they care,
But all I keep thinking is how it's not fair.
I don't want to get up out of my bed,
As memories of fun times swirl in my head.
I'm thinking of peeling an apple with Pap,
And how if we'd change the channel, he'd wake from a nap.
I remember how he'd climb up the ladder,
fall off, hit the ground, and get up as if nothing was the matter.
He'd pretend we were crazy for seeing him crash,
Trying to put our fears in the trash.
But of course he'd be lieing, and we'd all know.
And before we could stop him, back up the ladder he'd go.
Soon, onto the roof, Papaw would disappear,
While we'd all start laughing, some even with tears.
And on Christmas he'd make us go upstairs quick,
because if we didn't there'd be no visit from St. Nick.
Then he'd do what, looking back, I find rather lame,
He'd "Ho, Ho, Ho" as if St. Nick came.
I can't do the rest of it...I'm starting to cry...
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