’Twas Christmas Eve evening, excitement ran high, Snow packed the driveway as laughter zipped by. On March Avenue East, where families all know, This house hums with energy — steady and warm in its glow. Five bedrooms stand ready for stories and sleep, For cousins, for guests, or traditions you keep. Two bathrooms keep mornings moving along, When the day starts busy — and the nights last long. The garage stands tall with room to spare, For trucks, for gear, and hockey sticks there. The driveway’s a rink when the nets come out fast, Until the arena calls — just a walk down the path. Inside, the main floor feels open and bright, Where living and dining feel easy and right. Light pours in freely, the kitchen nearby, With space to grow bigger if dreams wander by. Out back waits a deck for the calm moments too, Morning coffee, fresh air, or a quiet view. Downstairs brings room for games and cheer, Movie nights, rec space, and storage all here. As Christmas Eve settles with joy and delight, 304 March feels busy — and just right. A home made for living, loud laughter, and cheer, Ready for tonight — and many years here.
