An Engaging Predicament

Tree shimmering 

Tree in the sun room 

Tree from dining room 

Tree in the dark 

Tree with reflections 

Tree closeup 

Ornament on tree 

Bride-Groom ornament 

Once upon a time
not too long ago

Missy lived at her folk's house
and I would come and go.


While we were both quite happy,
we had dreams that had grown

from a tiny little condo
into a home of our own.



So we searched and we scoured
in cyberspace and land,

but the task proved daunting
bringing head onto hand.



But our wills were not broken,
nor our smiles downcast,

and after much bidding
we got our house at last.



At first it was empty
and smelled of old smoke,

so we cleaned what was dirty
and we fixed what was broke.



And we called in the family
and they cleaned off the grime,

then they brought us some furniture
so that we'd have a good time.



Krista was resting

and Vinny took a nap,

the grandkids were playing

and the brothers did chat.



Pox was drinking squirt
and David drank coke

Mike and Nancy told stories

as Jim and I spoke.



Then I went exploring
and climbed the staircase

and went and found Frankie
taking in the solace.



Then I ran into Jimmy,
standing like Peter Pan,

he said "wanna fight?"
I said "them's fightin' words man."



So we battled and brawled,

breaking limb after limb,
and although I fought hard,

the victory went to Jim.



That ruckus aroused
that baby so cute-

Nathan thought it funny
and that I can't refute.



People were getting sleepy

and soon decided to leave,

so I stood and I pondered
"they had a good time I believe."



Missy was all giddy
from the spirited effects

and we walked through the house

asking ourselves what would come next.



We were both happy

and the house was just great

and as this idea settles into place

the more this joy inside accumulates