1994 Goodell Family
A Christmas Poem
My Christmas letter for last year established a new precedent.
©copyright 1994 by Lucy Goodell, all rights reserved.
With rhyming words I must tell you how this past year was spent.
Our lives are constantly changing, we can't always stay the same.
Jennifer calls herself Whitney, her middle and not her first name.
From January to April I was buried in my work.
With three key projects to finish, I almost went berserk.
But everything came to completion, my efforts were met with success.
My company thanked me profusely, but couldn't pay me back for the stress.
The spring of course brought baseball for Whitney, Dan and Nik,
while Kim was on the swimming team perfecting strokes and kick.
Whitney played aggressively, she hit the ball with clout.
Nicholas threw a wicked pitch. Strike two, strike THREE, you're OUT!
Dan was league commissioner for girls from six to eight.
He also scheduled eighty-four teams with fields and time and date.
He tried to keep it all even, so no team was dealt a bad hand,
but everytime he was done, the league scrambled up what they'd planned.
My son was my companion for flying back home this year.
My Dad fired up the big engine and Nik was engineer.
I fraternized (sororitized?) with Myra, Norm, and Dick.
Alethea and Julia both had a good time with Nik.
A company seeking models thought Kim's face might be in demand.
We drove our new van for a weekend of cat-walks and Disneyland.
One agency felt Kim had promise and maybe they'll call back someday.
But I am content that she blossomed from bud to a radiant bouquet.
Kim got to spend her vacation with the family of her friend
for two weeks on a houseboat and Canada at the end.
A waterful time was had by all, I wished I could go in her place.
I'm certain the memories she gathered are something one couldn't replace.
Goodells have a number of chances to gather themselves for a feast.
It's nice to have relatives local, we're lucky on Dan's side at least.
Our youngest ones got to go fishing with Grandpa and Grandma Goodell.
Each one landed a whopper, and now they have fish tales to tell.
In fall we were back on a schedule of soccer and marching band,
with water polo to boot now, as Kim's avocations expand.
Dan was assistant for two teams, coaching for Nicholas and Whit,
Kim was fluting or swimming, she hasn't been one to just sit.
My sister visits us yearly, but this time she moved up the date.
She made the drive up for Thanksgiving; the children could hardly wait.
A pillow fight or a bike ride, with lots of games on the side --
they know they'll get lots of attention and plenty of laughter beside.
With winter now swiftly approaching, Select soccer season begins,
Whitney and Nik were both chosen to help the league garner some wins.
Whitney is back in gymnastics, she cartwheels where'er she goes.
Kim spends more time with schoolmates, her circle of friends grows and grows.
I'll leave you with this benediction to welcome the year ninety-five.
May each day become a renewal, may every good memory survive.
May all of your sorrows be short-lived, may all your joys be from above.
May all of your meaningful moments be shared with the ones that you love.