2011 Christmas Eve Poems

2011 Christmas Eve Poems
In order as they were read around the table

James:
When lights are low
But candles are high
And fathers are sentimental
I am still, pleased to be at home
Even when school is tempermental

Regent:
Christmas with Kids
Lights shine in the store
Trees glow more
Deer on the feet come to life
And teaching about Christ

Dad:
Mother’s fall
From the wall
At least the ledge
Left her in pain
With health to gain
And counting all our blessings.
From Mabeys to babies
Or families and more
It’s been quite a year
For those here
And joined by ties
Blessed by the Spirit.

John:
I’ve been in heaven
In 2011.
A year with JaNae
And every day
Makes me happy as Christmas times seven.

JaNae:
She demands, I yield
A queen with eyes of cherub
Polka dot whirlwind.
(To Naomi in her red with white polka dots sleeper.)

Serene gaze pierces
A goddess, unmoved, unfazed.
From my arms peace flows.
(To Lily, age 8 weeks)

Eugene, Yun Burm Nam, our high school exchange student from Korea:
Come all ye people.
Home is the most wonderful place.
Ring, ring, ring, reindeer are dancing.
I see the snow is falling gently.
Santa Claus is busy to pass the present.
There are 9 candles in one house
Moms and Dads are busy work to write a poem
A Lily remind me the baby Jesus.
S’mores are waiting for us next to the fireplace.


Mom:
My poem’s not stuffy
‘Cause I’m not that smart.
But ‘tis the season
So I’ll do my part.
With family surrounding
And presents abounding
I’m not sure just how
As we all bought a cow.

Since I broke my back
It feels like the rack.
Then there’s my neck-
I feel like a wreck.
Yet I am blessed
Because I’ve got the best
FAMILY!

Kyung Nam, Eugene’s father who was visiting:
(“This is my first poem in English.”)
When the Christmas comes
I expect many good things.
When I was very young
It would be a great present
Like toys in the stockings
On the wall
Or under the blinking Christmas tree

As I getting old,
I expect many blinking in our hearts
Which will make many people
Feel joy and gratitude to each other.

I want everybody feel comfortable
And may our hearts warm in this cold days.
Merry Christmas.


David II, emailed in from Michigan:
We made our own wassail, but it turned out too sweet.
Fancy cheese on a plate made an easy, fun treat.

We baked our first limpa, and it came out quite close,
Sausage, roast, and gravy, but no knäckebröt.

We had our first Christmas, the first home one at least-
Plastic tree and presents, and our own Swedish feast.

An Ann Arbor Christmas, just a dusting of snow,
Can’t wait til Santa comes. Only hours to go.


Kate, also emailed from the North:
Well, for the first time this Christmas Eve
I stuffed myself with sausage and roast
Much like a Svede.
We dusted off the fine China
The silver candles sticks and forks
With four tine-ahs.
Eating and admiring our tree,
And sipping from our teeny tea cups
A wassailing were we.
It is our first Christmas since we were wed
And each year we will celebrate like this
Until we are dead!!!!

Merry Christmas!!!