This poem has become such a part of my Christmas tradition that I can't even think about the holidays without sitting down to try and rhyme some couplets. Enjoy.
It’s about a week before Christmas
And I can't believe the fast pace,
That this year did fly by
Like a rocket in space.
Our kids a year older
My hair so much more gray,
And my wife's getting hotter
With each passing day.
She grows younger each year
Like that flick with Brad Pitt,
And I feel older each day
As I moan, ache and sit.
But this poem should be festive
Not a rant about time,
After all, it is Christmas
So let each silver bell chime.
It has become my tradition
That this year did fly by
Like a rocket in space.
Our kids a year older
My hair so much more gray,
And my wife's getting hotter
With each passing day.
She grows younger each year
Like that flick with Brad Pitt,
And I feel older each day
As I moan, ache and sit.
But this poem should be festive
Not a rant about time,
After all, it is Christmas
So let each silver bell chime.
It has become my tradition
Every year on this date,
To send a poem for my friends
The past year, my update.
My girls are real rock stars
Those ladies impress me each day,
To send a poem for my friends
The past year, my update.
My girls are real rock stars
Those ladies impress me each day,
But they shop like their mother
So I thank God for my pay.
Twelve more months in the air
In 1D, my fave seat,
So I thank God for my pay.
Twelve more months in the air
In 1D, my fave seat,
Being first on each flight
It's a magical feat.
Ya, I’ve pushed aside old folks
When the boarding begins,
But it’s all part of my quest
For those overhead bins.
A big change to my life
A virtual punch in my gut,
A bright shiny new iPhone
Ended my Blackberry rut.
I was wildly worried
That I’d miss the red light,
And while I love this new Apple
I’m afraid I was right.
I don’t miss the phone
And I don’t miss the keys,
But when I see flashing red lights
I go weak in the knees.
So onward and upward,
It’s just a phone, get a grip,
But living with autocorrect
Now that’s been a trip.
My lovely dear wife
It's a magical feat.
Ya, I’ve pushed aside old folks
When the boarding begins,
But it’s all part of my quest
For those overhead bins.
A big change to my life
A virtual punch in my gut,
A bright shiny new iPhone
Ended my Blackberry rut.
I was wildly worried
That I’d miss the red light,
And while I love this new Apple
I’m afraid I was right.
I don’t miss the phone
And I don’t miss the keys,
But when I see flashing red lights
I go weak in the knees.
So onward and upward,
It’s just a phone, get a grip,
But living with autocorrect
Now that’s been a trip.
My lovely dear wife
Says I'm dim and obtuse,
Her texts make up new words
Don't understand? No excuse!
I should know what she types
Is clearly not what she meant,
And that her crazy device
Changed the message she sent.
But that’s why it works
For me and my spectacular bride,
She’s right, and I’m wrong
Don’t dare correct her, I’ve tried.
If I keep talking ‘bout Laura
Her texts make up new words
Don't understand? No excuse!
I should know what she types
Is clearly not what she meant,
And that her crazy device
Changed the message she sent.
But that’s why it works
For me and my spectacular bride,
She’s right, and I’m wrong
Don’t dare correct her, I’ve tried.
If I keep talking ‘bout Laura
I’m bound for the pen,
I’ll be so deep in trouble
And made to sleep in the den.
This poem, like this year
Draws soon to its end,I’ll be so deep in trouble
And made to sleep in the den.
This poem, like this year
So an opportunity arises
For my best wishes to send.
It’s my hope for this Christmas
For all the folks I hold dear,
That you share the joy of the season
With your peeps far and near.
That you share the joy of the season
With your peeps far and near.
Happy Holidays from Sean, Laura, Haley, Ainsley & Madeline
