On a more cheery note, delving through some stuff I chanced upon a collection of poetry from Lethbridge School.
This one is by fB's sister on the subject of Christmas.
I really love wrapping my families presents
But when it comes to mine
I search everywhere to find them
I do it every time.
The present from my brother
Usually under his bed
Is in a different place instead
This year he's figured me out
And I feel I want to shout
But I find it in the cupboard
And pull my lovely stationary out.
On Christmas Day I open it,
And pretend to be surprised.
Bet she wouldn't look under his bed now.