Jeanine, A Neighbor For All
I wake this morning to a fog so dense.
The sun doesn't even have a chance.
For if it could be cleared, it would be my neighbor.
She does everything with not much labor.
No matter the season but Christmas is best.
Her peanut brittle beats all the rest.
For If I could envision someone married to Santa.
She fits the suit and could easily hold that mantle.
Growing up she inspired me in many ways.
Singing in the ward choir made my days.
From God's axe he hit the top notch.
She'll continue to glisten, just you watch.
