Merry Christmas Campers!

Ho, ho, ho campers!  The Big Day is almost here and I wanted to share two very cool Christmas greetings with you.  

First is the Christmas card that Momma Sharon designed and sent out to her camping buddies.  The second is a Christmas poem written by Marilyn King that was sent out to all her camping buddies too.  Momma Sharon asked her if it was OK to post it here as one of my Stories and she graciously said "yes".  Thanks Marilyn and give your T@B a special holiday hug from me!

  

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the camp

Not a creature was stirring, it was sleeting and damp

Our stockings were still wet from today's ten mile hike

(Next time please remind me to bring both our bikes)

The kids were all grown so our camper seemed big

And our dogs were asleep in the back of our rig

My spouse in a sweatshirt and me in my sack

We both settled in for a long winter's nap.

When out in the road there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my sleeping bag to see what was the matter

Away to the window I stumbled over a shoe

Grabbed a LED flash light just like any lookie-loo.

The moon was veiled by the clouds, so no light

And it was blacker than pitch-- no end was in sight!

When what to my sleep weary eyes should I see?

But a Ford Focus pulling a T@b into the site next to me!

That cute little trailer, it was yellow and white

I knew in a moment, I would get no sleep tonight

More rapid than anything he pulled into his site

And he called out to his wife, "Let's set her up right!"

"Now get out the BAL and level our T@b,

I'll turn on the propane, you pull out the tent bag!"

And together so quick they set up their camp

That I barely had time to don my shoes which were still damp.

I left my behemoth and hurried to their site

But they didn't need my help or my LED light

When I got there they were sitting all snug, warm and dry

In a cute yellow tent having a night cap and pie.

I spoke not at first as I gazed at the T@b

It was tear dropped shaped, real retro--not drab

The tent followed the shape and had gone up in a snap

And had so much character, so I opened my trap.

I ask them then if I could have a tour

And they beamed a tired smile and both told me "Sure,

But please, in the morning and after this sleet

It's bloody Two A.M and we both are beat."

So I nodded my head sadly and slogged back to my barge

This boxy old camper, without kids was too large

I heard them exclaim as I got into my site,

Happy Christmas T@B campers and to all a good-night!

"Peace, Love, Camping & Christmas!"