We don’t mean to make your Christmas blue,
But we wanted to update you on our 2002.
And we hope this annual spam
Won’t automatically end up in the garbage can.
There isn’t enough room for us to sing
The praises of a Disney World trip this spring
But everyone’s demands keep mountin’
To tell of our ride on
Unless she thinks you plan to muss her hair.
And her tongue really started to lash
When she saw why the mountain is called Splash
The next week, if you please,
Was spent in the
Some might prefer to have gone golfin’,
But we went swimming with dolphins.
Here, about Neil’s knee, is the skinny.
He was in the clear to ski, play tennis and shinny
Since all this hasn’t changed his ability to skate.
Perhaps at hockey he isn’t all that great.
Here is a story you’ll really like.
Wanda took a course on how to mountain bike.
While it did clear up some downhill confusions.
Several falls resulted in magnificent contusions.
You must know of Kayla our loveable mutt.
Well, her hair hasn’t come back since her spring cut
So that people don’t think we are Samoyed owners careless.
We tell them her breed is Siberian Hairless.
Glub, glub, glub.
The girls have joined a swim club.
Now their breast and back stroke
Are nothing of which to joke.
Once again we went to the coast
Where we enjoy our vacations the most.
The island called Saltspring
Is the latest for which we have a thing.
Heather is fast approaching 5 feet.
Which is really quite neat.
But as she grows and grows
She has begun to wear Mum’s clothes.
Hannah has really begun to flower.
As she reads Harry Potter by the hour.
Soon she too will start to probe
The depths of Wanda’s wardrobe.
As you may very well know
Fernie has next to no snow.
Let’s cheer on the coming of the Grizz,
And hope he hasn’t lost his fizz.
Well that’s the end of our Christmas epistle.
And you probably want to whistle
On reaching the end of his literary gristle
And news of all the Watson drivel.
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