My first Christmas as a Mrs....

"What's it like? Is it neat?"
They asked me often of Pete.
"It's your first Christmas as a wife
And this new way of life."

I thought and I thought
I thought quite a lot.
'Tis a new thing to ponder
This married life wonder.

True I am now a Mrs.
And I get lots of kisses
I cook for two now
And I love learning how.

I have my boy Pete
And he is real sweet
His prayers and his love
Are gifts from above.

He does like to tease;
Tickle, poke, and squeeze
"But, this is how I show love"
He explains with a playful shove.

After thinking it over for a bit
I did finally have to admit
That this Christmas wasn't the same
But neither was it bad for this dame.

The biggest change for me
Was not going home to Illy.
A few tears were fought quickly away
As thoughts turned to family not there that day.

I thought about the snow and the cold
The Christmas story as the Gospel of Luke told.
My dad's calming voice, and my mom's happy smile
All came to my mind with a happy little sigh-el.

All of my siblings enjoying the Holiday cheer
Came each to my mind as I wished they were near.
My fellow read heads Jeanette, Jed and Joanna
And the blonds and brunettes, Jane, Judy, Jeff and Janessa.

This year, though, I spent Christmas with my new family,
And indeed, what a blessing they are to me.
Their welcome and love made Christmas such a joy
And they blessed me with an amazing kitchen toy!

So to Paul, Elizabeth, Laura and Dave,
And John and Abby; thanks for all you gave!
To my new parents, too
I am so very blessed in you.

And more than gifts, celebration or anything new,
The reason for the season is still right on cue.
The promise of hope and the power of joy,
Came to us in the life of a little boy.


Jesus Christ came to earth in the form of a baby. He lived a perfect life, and He died, taking my sin and yours, so that we could go free! This is the message of Christmas. It changes not, and it brings hope to us all. Merry belated Christmas

*Poetry or the attempt thereof by yours truly - Julie:-)