General Poetry posted December 4, 2022

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Merry Christmas FS Friends

'Twas the Year Before Christmas

by Debi Pick Marquette

Connor-19  Clara~16  Andrew~15
Kenzie~19 Carter~12 Keaton~11  

Twas a year before Christmas, just us two in the house
What a test for a marriage, too much time with your spouse

Winter so cold, minus forty out there
Must stay in the house, cause you can't breathe the air

Almost all in our family, were home and in bed
Most all had Covid, from Christmas it spread
Went to the Doctors, in jackets and hats
Then back home again to take long winter naps

With the kids back in school, we miss all the chatter
No more holiday eating, my stomach's now flatter

Jason, Mel, and boys love fishing on ice
Their fish house so big, like a trailer house, twice

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Kids ride snowmobiles, with their faces aglow

 Michelle, Joe and kids, again to Mexico 
I should go with them next; so tired of  snow

With a twelve year old driver so lively and quick
Carter in tractor pulls; driving a stick

Grandma Debi, again put on Easter Egg Hunt
Parents hide for kids, hid too easy, in front
Kids hide for parents, to find, takes a month

My girls travel for work; they're gone in a flash
Grandson, Andrew helps us: at fifteen he needs cash

Kenz, oldest grand-girl, works at aFine restaurant 
Sells her art at Redbubble, and her artistic font

The grandkids and dads seem to fish most the time 
To stay in touch, you must drop them a line

Connor graduated from high school this year 
3rd year in College, head start on career
He'll fish and hunt geese, but never a deer

June and August
Glen had two surgeries, had both hip replacements
Our kids are such help; what blessed arrangements

July and September
 First leg and knee surgery; severe complications
Debi's second went better, was more communication  
With home health and Therapy, been big obligations
When I walk on my own, will be huge celebration

Clara and Keat's birthdays, both on the tenth
Keats is our youngest, it was his eleventh
Clara's sweet sixteen and over six feet tall
Broke her arm and hand, there's no more basketball 

Bridget, Chris and kids, their annual Gulf fishing trip
Their first year in Texas, so Louisiana they'll skip

Another bout of Covid, Debi's therapy on hold
With infusions and meds, wasn't nearly as bold

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Keaton's first year of hunting, but came home with no deer

Jason and Andrew had much better luck
They're too back from hunting, with two nice size bucks

There are 21 days before Christmas clocks stop
That gives Glen 20 days, before he'll start to shop

Many people been here, without masks, spreading cheer
Santa's got right idea,; see them just once a year

Some gifts that you give, or send in the mail
By Spring they'll most likely, be in a garage sale

Debi writes poetry, at a place called FanStory
She has a book started, and a song, big priority 

This year has been better than some others we've known
We wish all our best, to you and your own

May we always remember, the story we adorn
Twas the Night before Christmas, our Savior was born.

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