'Twas two weeks before Christmas
And although it was late,
Up in the wee hours
Was Miss Avery Kate.
The others were tucked
In their beds with great care,
But Little Miss Muffet
Chose not to be there.
Perhaps 'twas the chocolate,
Or maybe the tea,
That kept our sweet pixie
From where she should be.
For into our room
With scarcely a clatter,
Tiptoed the baby;
We thought, "What's the matter?"
Her reason was simple --
She just needed to be
With her two favorite people:
Daddy and me.
I kissed her round cheeks,
And squeezed that girl tight,
Heard peaceful breathing,
And knew all was right.
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