I know it’s Christmas time, but I wrote something about our move that I want to share (the photo is of the back of our moving truck in August):

My Marbles
by Sara Marie Allen

I think I lost my marbles.
I may never get them back.
I can’t think where I put them
Like my brain’s under attack.
The last time that I saw them,
They were scattered on the floor.
And I thought I picked them up…
But I’m not sure anymore.
If you find my marbles,
Would you kindly let me know?
Because without my marbles,
My brain works really slow.