A Christmas Poem

Twelve years have gone by
Since the Smiths were all near.
So here, in a nutshell,
Is our Christmas this year.

On December twenty-fifth
We packed up the Blevins
And headed to the airport,
Our family of seven.

A layover in Chicago,
We had time for some food.
With a heavy sigh, Jacob said,
“So far…so good.”

We made it to Michigan
With no complication.
Now to Roger & Sandra’s
For our Christmas Vacation.

There to greet us were my sister,
My parents and niece.
Say goodbye to a holiday
Of quiet and peace.










The nephew and family
Arrived late in the night.
Anna’s virus almost over...
No worries….yeah, right!














The fourth generation
Got acquainted real quick.
Playing and eating and…
Now look who’s sick!

The nephew was heaving.
Off to bed he must go.
Now’s a great time for some of us
To play in the snow.

The hot tub felt good,
Jacob loved it, yes sir!
Lauren accidentally went under
And it was over for her.

A big Christmas dinner
Was enjoyed by each one.
Santa surprised us with presents
But not all hearts were won.

Some hunted for bargains...
Others for birds.
We had pheasant for dinner.
I went back for thirds.

Roger was next to get sick,
But not all was gloom.
Marcia came for a visit.
Roger banned to his room.

Pippin finally set free
Nuzzled under Neal’s neck,
Pulling hairs from his head...
An occasional sharp peck.

We had a good laugh
As we watched Pippin wiggle.
He tickled Jeff’s neck
Then mimicked his giggle.

Sunday’s plane trip was long,
But it could have been worse.
At least we avoided
The grim Lansdell curse.