Monday, December 21, 2009

A Christmas Poem

T’was a year fraught with new things
I was anxious to do things
But doing things is tricky
When you’re in a new place
Ben and I played
All the games ever made
And all of the sport games
Our tv screen graced

As things got going
Our Ohio presence was showing
And our ward has now
Made use of us
I volunteered Ben
For the hardest calling among men
But it was me who was
Thrown under the bus

First primary, then on to the young gals
Making all the mia maids my pals
And I’ll be directing the choir
If I can figure out how
Ben was first called to teach
But he has since been beached
To the high priests group
And the young men’s Bball team now

Our work is still going
but there's no way of knowing
how long we will plan
to stay here
I love what I do
Ben tolerates his bossy-poo
and we'll be renters
til things are more clear

We try to work out
And on some nights go out
But often
We like to stay home
And on rare occasions
We take weekend vacations
To Chicago, Cave City,
And NJ we roam

We miss everyone dearly
We will try to visit you yearly
And we think you
Should all visit here
We are liking Ohio
Though we’d love to be nearby-o
All our friends and our family
So dear


Merry Christmas! And Happy New Year!