Christian wrote a Christmas poem specifically for his cousins. So in the spirit of the season, for the special benefit of Kylee, Julia, Charlie, and Amy, I post it here. Take special note of the illustrations.
Christian’s Christmas Poem
I could not be happy on last Christmas eve,
for unknown relatives were up at my sleeve
and all they were good for was making me snore
when Uncle Eore told of when he was sore, poor, four.
As we decked the long hall; it was heavy and all;
it all made a fall on my tall uncle Paul.
And after the fest, oh, wasn’t the house messed.
My! Mom was stressed.
Moral: This Christmas Eve, I think I’ll just leave.
Christian’s Christmas Poem