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! 🙂