Christmas Cheese

Here's a little, cheesy holiday poem to tell about the end of a big year.
The pictures will be our guide as I recount of all our Christmas cheer.

The season began in Guatemala. Sam and Ruth in "summer" school.
Mary and Joseph don't fight the snow here; sandals help keep them cool.

We sang and celebrated and partied and made Guatemalan memories
Before we took our international flight over the Mexican seas.


The American festivities began just a day after landing in San Antone.
Our first stop was "Grandma Cookie's" house, the place Pieniazeks call home.




First a flight, then a Pieniazek party, and then the very next day
Was Christmas Even with the Sligh's, celebrated in our traditional way.

After Christmas Eve of course, comes the excitement of Christmas morn'.
For unto us a Savior... and Tinkerbell, and baby dolls, and bikes are born.


And the day after Christmas? Our celebrations keep on going
With a visit from Mimi and Grandaddy and even more presents flowing!

So our children are convinced that Christmas is more than one simple day;
But when the week is finally over, we're back to real "work" and lots of play.

Now it's time to ring in the New Year with even more fun and games.
We're still in bed by 7, but not before Uncle Erik shows us fireworks and flames.
We didn't head back "home" to Guatemala until Tuesday, January ten,
Which left us plenty of time to hang out with our longest, dearest friends!




So of all the presents, parties, and food - what could the best part be?
Take a look at our last three pictures, and you can easily see...