Kate:
Dad:
[Original spelling preserved for the benefit of posterity]
Pickled hearing
Is daring
But not necessary.
Limpa rye's
Necessity is high.
Must be homemade.
Pickles for John
Clearly belong.
And for the rest of us.
Potatoes we mash
Up in a flash
Flavored with butter.
Cheese yellow and white
Is a delight
Especially the next day.
Jam Lingenbery
Is verry verry
Hard to find.
Sausage + beef
What a relief.
Sweeden is vindicated.
Mom:
On Christmas caroling
Our first few stops were just a bust,
But on we went 'cause caroling's a must.
Nobody home, then the gate was locked.
The next in a hurry, her way we had blocked.
At last close friends home who were anxious to hear
Our tiny chorus sing of the Savior so dear.
We took a request-- O Holy Night!
Do we know the words? Our only fright.
Another year gone, the tradition again.
We celebrate Jesus, the Savior of Men.
John:
Life during war time
Amid the cacophonous chaos of battle
It is hard to hear the rattle
And chatter of individual guns,
The screams of individual sons
Grappling, struggling, grasping for breath--
Every shrieking second a victory over death.
Christmas with toddlers is wholly kinetic,
Madly frenetic.
Oh, I love it so.
JaNae:
An OB call shift haiku
Guess it's time for poems.
Can't think of anything good.
Got one hour of sleep
The epidural song (to the tune of Frere Jacques)
Epidurals, epidurals.
Make them numb.
Oh, what fun!
First you put the needle,
Then you thread the catheter.
If you shake,
They'll get a headache.
Happy birthday, babies!
Christina (read by Daniel):
In the warmth of winter eve
The year draws to a close
In an anticipation for adventures new:
When a wedding anniversary reaches 5
When a toddler turns 3
And when a baby walks.
As the quiet winter night folds in we sit enjoying
The warmth of love at home.
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