Girls' Night Out

'Twas a week before Christmas, to the state museum we did go. For dinner, a train ride and our favorite -- a puppet show!

The jolly old elf was there with his spouse, setting up shop in Santa's funhouse.

For pictures we went, the Big Whos were merry. But Baby Who? Scared -- oh, so very!

She cried and she yelped, setting off alarms, despite Santa's efforts and his very best charms.

So to the rescue came mom, loading her up in her arms. Say Cheese, Baby Who, and smile, if you please!

It's Christmas, my dear, and pictures we need. But if you don't ease your grip on my arm -- how I'll bleed!

So hold on tight, sweet baby girl, and we'll give this holiday tradition a whirl.

She sighed and she sniffled but finally stopped crying. And Mrs. Claus grabbed the camera as the tears were drying.

Click! Went the shutter, Blink! went the flash. When all was done, to the camera I did dash.

A sigh of relief when what did I see? But not one, not two but Whos times three!

So from our house to yours, from Whos big and so small,

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, to one and to all.