In the year of 2004 at a family Christmas party, we were all challenged to write our life to the tune of a Christmas song as part of a game. This launched a yearly tradition for our family, and since 2004, we have been writing a song or poem every year at Christmas time. I thought it would be fun to share these past poem with you. While reading back through them, I personally forgot that half this stuff even happened! So for your enjoyment, here is the poem that started it all. Read in the style of "T'was the Night Before Christmas", here is The Gavin's poem for 2004.
T'was a fight over Sean's mess, cause all through the place,
Drywall was flying, walls were erased.
The couch was now stuccoed, the Dry Waller gone,
All that remained was chaos and Sean.
The bathtub was burried in the backyard with care,
The unfinished projects loomed in the air.
The children were growing too large for their beds,
Dylan whacked AJ over the head.
While Jacquelyn sold Fabtech and Sean barked commands,
To all of the framers working his land.
When in frount of Lot 18 there arose a loud clatter,
Sean threw his Nextel and leaped over a ladder.
And what to his bloodshot eyes did he see?
But an oversized forklift atop his Chevy.
The insurance paid, he rebuilt his truck,
With a sigh he proclaimed, "Now my truck dosen't suck!"
So away to LA we flew like a flash,
To the searing hot laser and the depletion of cash,
Our tattoos are fading, but there's an absence of noice,
Our minds are now racing, "Who's watching the boys?"
With so many grammies, some wrinkly, some thick,
We forgot for a moment which Grammy we'd picked.
More rapid than lightning the days and events came,
Each one needing a sitter, or chain.
To counceling! To Taekwondo! To T-Ball! To class!
To dinners! To churches! To mentoring! Alas!
Our apologies for leaving now, but in a hurry we are,
Merry Christmas to everyone, can you please move your cars?
The Gavin Family
2004
So cute, such a talent.
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