There once lived a family of folks,
with 3 little girls,
and 3 long haired blokes.
Some said they were mad,
For the adventures they had,
but the love, all the love was no joke!
It seemed like your average day,
In the mountains, in their shadow, in the cold.
We bumbled about in our get-ready way,
When we realized, lo and behold!
Our radio choices were limited at best
But we finally heard it,
and we gasped as we guessed…
School had been cancelled,
said the man through the crackles,
We heard it, we deserved it, but first back to rest.
We settled back in as the snow, it came down,
We found feather pillows and laid them around.
Our plans were a’brewing
as to how we’d make much
Of the time snowed upon us
For making memories, and such!
We slowly emerged, we sisters of three,
Our bellies were grumbly and we all had to pee.
We entered the kitchen and stood face-to-face,l
With “the wood stove from hell”, as our dad used to say.
It was bigger than us, even one-on-another,
Man oh man, did I wish I had a brother!!
We conquered the beast and finally boiled our water,
It took us forever, we weren’t destined for short-order.
After the oatmeal went down our hatches,
We realized the snow was no longer just patches!
It piled as we rested,
it piled as we ate,
It piled up to the windows
As we cleaned off our plates.
It piled on the phone lines
Til they all went down,
It buried our wagon, our cat and the town!
We watched with reflections of flakes in our eyes,
We couldn’t believe what was happening outside.
We steamed up the window with breaths of our plan,
When the oldest one shrieked, “Hey, I see the man!”
The man owned the store just down and up the road.
He held the key to gadgets and blankets and toads!
He sold lots of goods but our favorite to share,
Were garlic potato chips,
Of which everyone was aware!
The road led down and back up to the store,
It also led down and back up to our door.
So we took out the sled,
And we all piled on tight,
We pushed off real hard, and with all of our might…
…We started the journey on our redwing flier,
From the back of the house,
gaining speed past the tires.
We swiftly emerged from the property, out back,
We went down to go up
We were on our planned track!
The oldest one steered, as she was on first,
The middle one directed, But thought we were cursed!
The little one on top, clung on for dear life,
She flew up in the air, but just once or twice!
But, As we came down
and before we went up,
We hit a nasty hole
Which was soon to abrupt
the glorious plan that was well underway,
As we were spared from school
and enjoying our day.
The little one flew to the snowbank ahead,
The middle one flipped and we feared she was dead!
The oldest one took in a mouth full of snow,
And was buried, for real, from her head to her toe!
As we recovered from our day on the go,
We warmed ourselves slowly and brushed off the snow.
We sat by the fire and giggled at ourselves
How funny we must have looked, we three tumbling elves.
We finished our chips and laid on our pillows
We couldn’t keep quiet and had to tell the fellows,
All about our day of adventure for chips
And how our plan nearly worked,
If only we hadn’t flipped!
At the end of it all,
As we all went to bed,
Next time we’d bake cookies,
We decided, instead!