After that fateful Christmas in Bedford Falls,
business picked up at the Bailey bank.
George spruced up the old house -
and even fixed the stair rail finial.
He'd saved enough to buy his girl a bike
but Zuzu's pedals were slightly out of reach.
So her dad lowered the seat a tad
and life was wonderful that Christmas
at the Bailey hearth and home
just as I truly hope it is in yours.
Well I must say it is never too late to enjoy a good poem...this verse is lovely, a heart tender indeed! Dorothy Singing Still