Over the meadow and through the woods, through wind and sleet and snow,
We’d bundle up tight, fill up the car and off to Wisconsin we’d go,
The roads were quite slippery, the vision unclear, but still we scurried along,
For Christmas was near and soon we would join in merriment and song.
There’s nothing like a car filled to the brim with kids, two parents and dog,
The eight hour drive would turn into ten when we encountered the fog,
Perseverance prevailed, we made it at last – to arms opened up wide,
Each hug filled us all with great happiness so we soon forgot the ride.