’Twas the week before Christmas,
And David finally sat down
To write the year’s Christmas letter,
For friends out of town.
2010 was a good year,
All things considered,
Though with 4 kids in 4 schools,
We ran hither and thither.
Morgan got into Longwood,
Early decision, no less!
We’ll miss her next year,
But not her room’s mess.
She’s licensed to drive,
Our Suburban she prefers.
Maybe one day she’ll have
A car she can call hers.
The cross country team
She captained this year
Though injured, running remains
The sport she holds dear.
Caroline’s blazing new trails
In Albemarle’s 9th grade
Going to the math and science academy
Was a big decision she made.
Field hockey’s her sport
And perhaps lacrosse as well
But mainly she loves to sing
With a voice clear as a bell.
She plays piano, too
And has for several years
And when trying something new
Rarely suffers from fears.
Katherine’s DI team
Won the state tourney
Then went to Knoxville for Globals
It was a fun but long journey.
K also loves to sing
Like her sisters and Will
She’s in the Bearettes choir
Because her audition went well.
She has almost reached her teens,
The years go by in a whirl
But however old she gets
She’ll always be our little girl.
And then there’s the boy,
Wow, where does one start?
In describing a 2nd grader
Who uses Legos to make art?
He’s a Wolf cub scout,
His den leader’s his dad,
With hiking, camping and games,
There’s lots of fun that is had.
Soccer, piano and reading
Are Will’s other favorite things
Along with the joys of being 7
And the discoveries each day brings.
Of course Jennifer’s the glue
That keeps us all together
Always doing, doing, doing
And slowing almost never.
She’s retired from PTO
But now manages Will’s D.I.
And with work, church and kids,
Can do everything but fly.
David spent the last year
Educating the Virginia Bar
But now he’s back with Lexis
Where he’ll travel near and far.
His distance running fell off,
No more ultras or marys.
He’ll do better next year
To keep his chest hairy.
So that’s our year in a poem
Some quick highlights, anyway
We hope that you are well
And are grateful for every day.
Wags Outside 