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Granny, we have come!


Crossing hills and plains,
In an eight hours drive.
Fighting for sitting
By the window side,
Singing songs to
While away time,
Finding paradise
After a dusty cart ride.
Granny, we have come!

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-Seven : This weekend we want you to give us a pithy summary of your feelings about the holidays.

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  1. This reminds me of driving home to my parents with our kids. Except our dust is usually goldfish crumbs. :) Thanks for linking up!

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  2. This is a sweet story and reminds me of some joyful car rides during the holidays.

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    1. Joyful bus rides for me. Followed by a few minutes in a cart or an auto-rickshaw.

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  3. Eight hours is quite the haul! You brave soul (: But I'm sure it's worth it every time.

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    1. Eight hours is what restricts the visit to holidays. And it is totally worth it. Family, cousins, bliss.

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  4. Wonderful Ruby! What a nice Christmas memory! :D

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  5. My sentiments, exactly...or my kids' rather. We just had another long long trip to visit their grandparents for the holy days. Your poem described the whole thing for us. :-)

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    1. Thank you Imelda. So good to hear that you can relate. have lots of fun with the grandparents and heartiest holiday greetings to all of you.

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    1. Thank you Kelly. It is always a pleasure to hear from you.

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  7. Sometimes getting there is the best part! great 57 words.

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    1. Yup, getting there is the best part. Only it is 33 words. But I know the rush you are in :) Thank you Deana

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    2. ha! I was thinking of Ketchup with us. oops!

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    3. I know. You were so focused there and plus it goes for both the prompts so it is easy to mix up.

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  8. Sounds like a lot of fun, especially the cart ride although I think I would enjoy that more as a child than adult. Great job!

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    1. Thank you Tessa. It is good to hear such encouraging words from you.

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  9. I like it. It's a new spin on Over the River and Through the Woods. Great job, as always, Ruby.

    Thanks for linking up. And Merry Christmas!

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    1. Thank you Michele. Wow this compliment just made my day. Thank you so much.

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  10. Dashing cross the plains . . . to grandmother's house we go.

    Lovely submission.

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    1. Thank you Nrhatch. I really appreciate your kind words.

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