WHAT a year, hey? I stepped into the mummy blogosphere and, just like Alice, ended up in some bizarre wonderland. Lucky I’m already short and could fit through the door. What I’ve learnt through the online world, not to mention juggling two children instead of one in 2011, astounds me some days. Twitter was merely an idiot I’d rather avoid and Facebook fan pages were for people with big egos.

I know my brain is sure to get another workout next year. Look out Google+ business pages. For now though, it needs a bit of a break. I won’t be here or on social media much either. I know, shock, horror. How on earth will I survive?

For those wondering, the Aussie Giveaway Linkup will return Sunday, January 1 due to the limited number of giveaways running at the moment. In the meantime, I’d love to bore you to tears with my bad poetry. Brace yourselves.

Christmas tree

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not a Zhu Zhu nor a mouse.

Stockings were hung by the plastic tree with care,

Including Dad’s tie. Who put that there?

Zhu-Fari, elephant, Wharton,

Ella and Holly were all snug in their beds,

While visions of more Zhu Zhus danced in their heads.

And Mum she drank wine, Dad a Bourbon night cap,

With Carols on, while playing with a new iPhone app.

Zhu-Fari, elephant, Wharton, Zhu Zhu,

When on top of a pressie there arose such a clatter,

Wharton, the Zhu-Fari, had made the presents scatter.

Across the room, as the wrapper he did bend

Still didn’t reveal if the gift was another Zhu friend

Zhu Fari, elephant, Wharton,

He would have to wait, just like each girl and boy,

Though Wharton had to admit, Mum was looking rather coy.

As he finally drifted off, he was confident of Christmas glory,

And that, my friend, is the end of the Zhu story.

As I said, my brain needs a break. And the tie thing? That was Ella’s way of decorating the tree.

Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and looking forward to tempting you with lots of good things in the New Year. Take care. xx 

DISCLOSURE: I have spent much of this year as a Zhu Zhu mummy blogger ambassador. This was my final project for Zhu Zhus and Hunter Toys. If you’re still looking for a stocking filler for the kids, I highly recommend a little furry Zhu Zhu. They are little lifesavers when witching hour arrives.

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12 Responses to …And that’s the end of the story

  1. Tat says:

    Christmas sounds very peaceful at your place! Have a great holiday and Merry Christmas. Looking forward to more poems in 2012 😉

  2. Love your creativity and the poem. No zhu zhu pets for us yet, but I must say your comment on the “witching hour” makes the idea very tempting! It’s lovely to have met you online this past year. I look forward to where you take things in the new year……once you’ve had a mental break. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

    • Kel says:

      It’s been so lovely to connect with you too, Veronica. It’s meant a lot to make such lovely new friends this year. It’s incredible how well you can get to know someone without even having the chance to meet them face to face.
      Look forward to seeing what 2012 has in store for you.
      Merry Christmas, Veronica. x

  3. Louisa says:

    Merry Christmas Kel!

  4. Caz says:

    Merry Christmas ~ it’s been fun sharing the ride. Enjoy your break 🙂

    • Kel says:

      Merry Christmas, Caz. It’s been so lovely to get to know you and extra special that we were able to meet IRL. Looking forward to catching up again in March. x

  5. Lisa wood says:

    That is a perfect end to the story!

    Love your poetry….and I never liked twitter until recently – facebook I love but google + is something that I still dont know much about 🙂

    Merry Christmas to you and your gorgeous family

    Cheers
    Lisa
    xxx

    • Kel says:

      Thanks Lisa. Same to you and yours. Twitter was a slow process for me too – and still learning. Have to admit, Facebook is certainly my fave platform! 🙂

  6. Trish says:

    Merry Christmas Kel – it’s been lovely getting to know you 🙂

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