A Nichols Family Christmas
How did it happen, Christmas day again, and the turkey is being roasted,
I thought I’d write a little poem about things of which can be boasted.
It’s been a full and busy year of that you can be sure,
But tomorrow is Boxing day and then things quiet to a roar.
We’ll sit around till 3 o'clock in our pj's and our gowns.
And relax with our feet up with nary a single frown.
We’ve shopped, and thought, and figured out, we’ve wrapped, and taped, bowed…
Last time we had a chance to look, outside the window it snowed.
But simple pleasures are the feature of this day forward’s menu,
So now I get a chance to write about our year and send you,
A poem of such great caliber I’m sure you will agree,
That the Nichols clan really got a wonderful treasure in me! (My ego is not bloated at all… is it : )
The year has been so very full, I’m not sure what to say,
The farm has taken all our time with not much time for play.
We had a summer so dreadfully dry the ground was parched for rain,
And every day we’d watch the sky and the sun, we would disdain.
Hay became a serious problem we had to go far a field,
To find enough to feed the stock, and strike some very hard deals.
But August came and lucky enough a farmer came our way
And let us know that he was willing to sell us some bales of hay.
We reduced the number but you know sheep, they breed like little rabbits,
So in the spring we’ll start again with lambs with sucking habits.
And the moms will need their quota of feed in order to nurse their lambs,
So pray for rain, we’ll need it sure, perhaps we should raise hams!
The girls are ladies, they’re growing up. High school is their bane,
But still they are A+ students, I think it is a feign.
They both outstrip me in height you know, it’s quite a serious shock,
To look up and see the faces of those who once could not even talk.
One rides horses, the other draws, they really do us proud,
But sometimes I have to tell the truth, I wish they weren’t so loud.
They play their music on iPod docks and listen all the time,
A quieter habit is what they need, something better like mime!
No boyfriends yet that I know of, I think the boys are shy,
But that’s OK cause the longer it goes I’m happy I can’t deny.
And he and I are getting on, we’re starting to feel our years,
His knees creak, my back aches, and we both need glasses to peer.
I look at him, he looks at me, where have those years all gone,
“Into the past, my dear,” he says. “Our wrinkles we have won.”
But we’re not so old yet, you know, we still giggle and laugh,
We simply won’t give up our youth, we’ll follow a daring path.
And do the things we like to do like camping, in the wild,
We’ll paddle the canoe whenever we can through weather cold or mild.
And every year Christmas comes, joy and hope to renew,
We wish you all a Merry Christmas in everything you do.
Best wishes for 2011
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