Dear Family and Friends and All who might read
Of our most adventurous year – oh, it was indeed!
We sold our home of twenty-eight years,
Packed up the motorhome, wiped some tears,
And hit the road, “Travel and fun’s what we need!”
If life is an hour-glass, my sands' nearing bottom,
But poems, stories, general baloney, I still got ‘em!
In fact, via FanStory, my writings will be plus
About our times; wife, me, two dogs on our bus,
Warning: I’ll likely get no better, just ad nauseum.
Will Christmas still find us wherever? Is there a chance
We’ll still do Santa and Ms.Claus? Just take a glance!
To us, Christmas’s meaning, never lost, we’ll celebrate.
Still sharing gifts, laughter and love – we can’t wait.
(Dear kids, New Year, we’re spending your inheritance!)
