Suds and Christmas Cheer

Snow falls gently on a holiday scene,

Warmth in the air, festive and clean.

Laughter echoes, glasses chime,

Christmas magic, in this special time.

Afternoon sunlight, shining bright and clear,

Gathered around as the season's here.

Prep for dinner, fire's aglow,

Sally's hands, working steady, slow.

Suddenly, a splash, a bubbly surprise,

Foam on the table, catching our eyes.

Laughs erupt, as we slip and slide,

White foam play, with joy and pride.

Splish splash, the bubbles fly,

Celebrating moments as the days go by.

Little Sally, with suds in her hand,

Turning a mess into a magic land.

Behind the scenes, a secret in her act,

Sally's dedication, that's a fact.

Cleaning the table for a feast so grand,

Brightening Christmas with a helping hand.

Bubbles dance, shimmering with cheer,

Childhood memories, drawing near.

In the chaos of laughter and foam,

We find our way back home.

A table full of suds, a symbol of love,

Blessings from the heavens above.

Sally's hands, gentle yet so strong,

Making sure everything's right where it belongs.

Splish splash, the bubbles fly,

Celebrating moments as the days go by.

Little Sally, with suds in her hand,

Turning a mess into a magic land.

As dinner's on and stories unfold,

Cherished memories, worth more than gold.

Thanks to Sally’s playful dance,

We embrace this holiday, this joyful chance.