The Eighth Annual Holiday Poem

We scraped through 2022.

We won’t be sad to say adieu.

Inflation and the hurricane;

The past year brought us lots of pain.

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We rode through Ian in NC.

We watched it unfold on TV.

We hoped our house would dodge the flood,

But storm surge left it full of mud.’

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To winter here was not the plan

But we will do the best we can.

We have no other place to go

So I’ll relearn to shovel snow.

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In politics, a stalemate.

The blue team dodged a far worse fate.

With battles looming over debt

Our nation ain’t seen nothing yet.

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My wife chose working over rest.

The Land of Oz; Horn in the West.

Darcy now is five years old.

She’s adjusting to the cold.

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I’ll leave this on the brighter side.

This year we traveled far and wide.

Texas, Chi-town, and D.C.

Boston, MD, NYC.

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We won’t miss 2022.

We send our best to all of you.

By this time next year we should see

A better 2023.