We were on our knees putting together the little drone for the toy store when Julian started saying something that sounded poetic. When he was done I asked him to say it again because I would like to make it into a poem. So we said it again together and this is what we've come up with and I love it:
Sometimes I think Christmas will never come
It will never come
It will never come
And just as I think it will never come
And just as I think it will never come
It comes.
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