Twas the day before Christmas, all the packing was done.
We set off to Austin, a new life had begun.
The Yukon XL was jam packed with our stuff.
Twenty-four hours of driving we knew would be tough.
Our family was nestled all snug in our seats,
While bilboards and state signs passed by on the streets.
And Kumbs in his ‘kercheif and us in our coats
Had just settled the nerves and the lumps in our throats.
When there up ahead a sign had been spotted,
“Now Leaving S.C.” our stomachs were knotted.
Goodbye to our hometown we looked back at it all,
We’re on to our next stop, the next port of call.
The sun in the sky had just started to rise,
and new beginnings could be seen in our eyes.
We stopped here and there for a few needed breaks,
and we all agreed not to eat Steak ‘N Shake.
A few hours more of driving remained,
We decided to continue and no one complained.
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
Eleven fifty-five! Christmas was near!
Midnight had struck and my sis was at rest,
but we commenced the gift giving as we headed out west.
The excitement of Christmas would soon reach its peak,
“Welcome to Texas” we all let out a shriek!
Our trip was now ending and we had finally arrived,
Twenty four hours in the Yukon and we made it, survived!
Unloaded what seemed like a lifetime of stuff,
But would soon realize the amount was still not enough.
In the months that would follow we’d explore all the sites,
And soon we’d be called true “Austinites”.