Sappiness equals Happiness

My money’s short, but my happiness is long.

Glad there’s no price for being where I belong.

I eat knoephla with my family, 30 years a member.

Laughter roars all around the table as we all remember

Beth’s incident with the milk jug or Pete’s bout with the snake.

And that great trip to Montana with the crystal-clear lake!

Politics!! The world is going to hell at this rate!

What’s that, my dear sister Sue? You went on a fun date?

What about Grandma Rose’s escape with 10,000 in cash?

I’m glad sunny Great-Grandma Hulda was not as prone to dash!

All that we were and all that we are today.

We’re reminded of over noodles, kraut, and play.

Merry Christmas! 🙂




2 thoughts on “Sappiness equals Happiness

    1. Thanks, John! I’m glad it made you laugh. 🙂

      My milk jug incident was the mirror image of irony. Mom sent 8 yr-old me downstairs to get a gallon of milk for dinner. I had unfortunately just watched The Jungle Book and thought the girl balancing a jug on her head was really cool.

      I managed to successfully carry it atop my head the entire trek, only to pause at the top of the stairs to take it in my hands again. That’s when the jug slipped out of my grasp and thudded down the stairs, gushing milk everywhere in its path.

      Mom wasn’t pleased. Lol!

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