Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.

Eben E. Rexford

Friday, December 26, 2014

‘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

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