The week after Christmas

Tis the week after Christmas and all through the pond
Every creature is smiling with memories so fond;
Challenges had come so quickly this year
Affecting the froggies that we all hold so dear.

Some tadpoles are nestled all snug in their beds,
While memories of the old year dance in their heads;
And Grandma on her lilly pad, and Papa on the banks,
Have hearts full of gratitude and feeling of thanks.

Although events  this year often left us sadder,
They have an inkling of things that really do matter.

Away to the North they swam in a flash
With hopes of a vacation & a Christmas Bash.
The blizzard came too and new-fallen snow
It Froze ponds, rivers,  and roadways below.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature snowplow, and shovelers dear.
With a little old frogger efficient and quick,
They knew in a  moment the roads would be slick.

More rapid than weasels departure time came,
And they splashed and shouted and called out by name,
Bye Andi, Bye Matthew Bye Luke and Bye Ashleigh.
Bye Timmy, Bye Brenda, Bye Aubrey, and Chloe

Now tadpoles, just see Grandma's a fixin'
To swim away home, her flippers are flexin'.
To the top of the pond, if the kicking don't stall
Now home again, home again, home again, all!

Gramdma  and Papa packed up buzzing as flies
That met with no obstacles while traveling on ice.
So up to the tie strings the presents they packed
With their bags full of luggage they headed on back.

And then with threshing, they heard out on the road,
The hopping and splashing of each little toad.
As they forged ahead without turning around
Down the roadway the littlest tadpole came with a bound.

She was dressed in green from her head to her tail
The distance was was covered.  She jumped with a yell
Into the bundle of presents flung onto their backs
But they just kept swimming, they had to make tracks.
 

The tadpole's eyes  how they twinkled, Her warts were just merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, she was so light to carry!
Papa's old jaw, he dropped with alarm
Stoking his beard with his tired old arm.

Opportunity is ripe suggested old Grandma frog
As she thought,  it circled her head as the tail of a dog.
She had a greenish grin and a little round belly
That shook as the thought like a bowlful of jelly.

Papa just chuckled, a right jolly old toad
And he laughed as he listened to Grandma so bold.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
Let Grandma know they had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but scribbled a short little note
Then showed it to Grandma and turned with a gloat;
And laying the letter inside the mail slot
And giving a rivit down the road they both hopped.

Papa slung on his bag, to his wife gave a whistle
And away they all swam like a firing missle
But you'll hear him exclaim, ere they swims out of site
Merry Christmas to all, we're richer tonight!