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A Holiday Poem (with in-depth commentary)

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I told you I had lots of Christmas poems.  I’m only up to 1994. 

Not really much to explain in this one.  Marion Barry, the former mayor, went to jail for drug possession and use, then got himself elected as a councilman in D.C.  Chris Weber spent less years in D.C. than DWI arrests.  In fairness, I think we did go to the playoffs while he was here.


                                        A HOLIDAY POEM
                               (with in-depth commentary)


I’m starting too early, I have time to waste,
It’s usually better when I’m in haste.
But I’m traveling this December, clients in the West,
But Carole says no packing till the poem meets the test.
                                            (if she accepts this, she’s easy.)

It’s almost five years since moving to D.C.
For us military folks, that’s an eternity.
Arent Fox has been great, worries not a nary,
City’s in good hands, ask Marion Barry.
                                    (don’t ya believe in redemption?)

Carole’s enjoying life, Thrift Shop and used books,
Her hearing’s gone South, but she still has her looks.
It’s time for the Christmas party, it should be a blast,
But she say every year, this one’s the last!
            (this time she really means it – – that also sounds familiar.)

Then there’s sports in D.C., no baseball, no hockey,
But Redskins, yes Redskins, but the season’s so rocky.
But we still have the Bullets, that’s the suggestion,
But if Chris Weber is the answer, what is the question.
                        (does it have something to do with the playoffs?)

It’s tough to be separated from family and friend,
Especially on holidays, when phone wires bend.
But a reunion is coming, Carole’s planned it for years,
The entire family together, for hugging and cheers.
This January in Orlando, we’ll come, we won’t dally,
The Hansen’s from Hutchinson, the Ross’ from Prescott Valley.
Blanche and Mary from St. Louis, Paul from Buckingham County,
We’ll meet Mickey and Goofy, and all reap the bounty.
                                                    (which one is Goofy?)

It’s difficult to be separated from family and friends,
But at Walt Disney World, the separation ends.
The grandchildren will be there, and each great grandma,
Carole’s the tour guide, and I’m just Grandpa.
                                            (do you take American Express?)

We scream from the Tower of Terror, as we fall out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night  fantastic 1995!

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