Originally sent out at the end of January 2020.
2019: A Poem
Twenty-nineteen was a year like no other
For the Kunz siblings, spouses, father, and mother.
Here’s our Christmas card then—(sort of) in time!
A couple months late, but who cares? It rhymes.
ERIC's new hobby is rustic and gritty:
Taking old structures and making them pretty.
He fixed up our cabin and the chicken coop, too—
Like Chip and Joanna, but with no camera crew.
TRISHA has worked to learn some more Spanish,
Conjugating all the verbs she can manage.
Now she can inquire of her amigos Mexicanos:
“Me llamo es Trisha; ¿dónde estás los baños?”
RYAN and BREANNE vacationed in Sweden,
A watery, meatball-filled garden of Eden.
But what’s the biggest event in their lives, you may ask?
Breanne let Ryan grow a mustache.
A new sweet infant brightened the days
Of REILLY, BRIANA, and their son MCKAY
This youngster brought joy when he smiled and cooed
His name’s Baby Yoda! (They had their second child, too.)
CONNOR and CLAIRE got themselves a new cat.
It’s mostly for Claire, to be precise about that.
She’s needy, eats paper, and stares at the air.
(To be clear, I mean mostly the cat, not Claire.)
DILLON's expanding his artistic pursuits
With painting, songwriting, and poetry to boot!
So maybe next year this newly minted bard
Can write the dang family Christmas card.
After many long months, ABBY's back from her mission
And headed to school to pursue her ambitions.
She preached the true gospel with all of her power
And Africa’s great, but so are hot showers.
Speaking of power, QUINN's begun his ascension
In a rise to that’s fraught with intrigue and tension
To a position of influence and prestige (in a fashion)
As Rigby High Table Tennis Club Co-Captain.
So there you have it, our card long-awaited.
What happens next year, when our story’s related?
How will we chronicle all that transpires?
One thing’s for certain: writing poems make me tired.
