I bought stamps for our Christmas cards at the local gas station, and the cashier, a former student, asked me why I didn't send Facebook cards. I told her that an electronic card wasn't any fun. Going to the mailbox and seeing cards from friends and family is the best. My sons get excited to open the cards. The boys even got a card from Santa.
Last year we started writing a poem instead of a letter. This is our Christmas poem this year:
Merry Christmas family and friends.
As twenty seventeen quickly ends.
We wrote a corny poem for good measure.
With a picture of us for your viewing pleasure.
Rosina talks to her baby.
With her no I say maybe.
She turns 2 on the twenty-first.
She fights her brothers-it's the worst.
Graham likes to introduce himself.
He climbs to reach the sweets on the top shelf.
He is a man child for four.
He likes to give her siblings what for.
December marks Nash's 6th birthday.
He's excited to play soccer come May.
His play tactics are daredevil.
He leads his siblings to another level.
Terri is pregnant with baby #4.
With no dishwasher, it's quite a chore.
The move to the farm allows for hogs.
Chickens too, but those were eaten by dogs.
Jeff has become a gentlemen farmer.
He had to wrestle the pigs-quite the charmer.
He started a new job with the same company.
He runs a quad laser abundantly.
To good business,
And no sickness,
With good wishes,
Merry Christmas.
