‘Twas the week before Christmas   

And all 'round USA

People were prepping

For a good Christmas Day.

Our house was a mess

While we put up the tree.

Then we hid all the boxes

And what did we see?

But a glimpse of the future

And warm thoughts of our year

Of the family we cherish,

And our friends far and near.

We thought of our travels

Throughout twenty-fourteen

Of camping and driving,

Of the sights we had seen.

There'd been ocean and mountains
Throughout all the west

Deserts and cities,

But the rocks were the best!

In June we'd joined family

To laud graduation,

Dear friends in Idaho

Were met with elation.

At the end of the summer

To California we bound

For pears, friends, and family

In our Kelseyville town.

Then off toward Nevada

We went with a zoom,
Only to find

The sage was in bloom!

After camping one night

We'd gone on our way,

A snuffin' and snottin',

(As Grandma would say.)

We'd seen five parks in Utah

Camping near four,
Agog at the beauty

Of boulders galore.

Back to California we went

To visit our brood

Who offered us shelter,

Ball games and food.

Our hearts bursting with love,

North, toward our home,

We pointed our trailer,

No more to roam.

So year's end is near.

Time's "done gone and went" 

And reality sets in:

No cards have been sent!

E-mail to the rescue

For those who're online,

And snailmail for others

But, alas, none on time.

Now Cujo is nestled

All snug in his bed

While visions of chew bones 
Dance in his head.

        

Doyle in his Santa hat,

And I in my bonnet,

Have donned ugly sweaters

To bring you this sonnet.

Hope your Christmas was great

Filled with joy, and not strife

And twenty-fifteen’s

The best year of your life!

Jo and Doyle