And this is his story.
It was a wintery, blustery, snowy day.
But beautiful in every way.
At 12:30 sharp that cold afternoon,
the 'peruvian possee' gathered in the kitchen saloon.
They filled their bellies with junk food galore
because eating anything healthy would be a bore!
The party clown was funny and clever
and the birthday boy soon began to realize that this would be the best day ever!
"Yes!" he exclaimed, with vigor and vim,
as I caught this picture with his greatest grin.
Then off to the pool, we zipped in a hurry.
Over the hills and through a snow flurry.
to sit on a bench....
while mom took some pictures...
and more pictures...
("Come on! Hurry up! We want to swim!")
Now finally the fun can begin!
And they played and they played...
'til they could play no more...
because daddy's arms became too sore.
And so this little boy, ends his best 8th birthday ever story
with smiles and happiness and a treasured memory.
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