Glad Tidings from the Davisfolk

From all of us, to all of you. Blessings on this Christmas Day. 

In a season rightly renowned for good cheer,

we have a bit o’ that very thing here.

We’re healthy, we’re happy, and all of that stuff,

with that being said, it would be enough.

But we can say more, and say more we shall,

so tune in to listen as we tell you how.

 

Mickey, Amanda, and Tallulah (all grown),

now live in Des Moines, the Midwest as their home.

But come a new year they have plans so delightful,

as they move their things and themselves down to Nashville.

[Tallulah’s now four, and she’s ever a treat,

she plays games and favorite songs on repeat.]

 

Luke settled into Provence for a spell,

while stippling and painting and speaking French well.

Chris, Mark, Gail, and Colin got to stay over,

as we flew to see him in mid-October.

[Before we flew in Ms. Jeanette had flown out,

it’s funny how Luke worked that timing out!]

 

Nic and Lindy went to a foreign land,

where he got on one knee and asked for her hand,

She looked down and said, “Yes, I will” to his query,

and now they are happ’ly engaged to marry.

[They, too, were to travel with us into France,

but landed in London and still found romance.]

 

Gail has a new place, an apartment that’s cute,

she’s now a director at her dance institute.

And when she’s not teaching or fantasy footballin’,

she spends her time with the aforementioned Colin.

[Do you know all the things a dance teacher must do?

She sews, hems, and beads dance gowns and tutus!]

 

Chris and Mark do what they’ve always done best,

as they’ve learned to parent from their now empty nest.

Through preaching and teaching and with healing touch,

they long for a world full of goodness and such.

[Our guiding star, when times come at us odd:

“Do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with God.”]

 

So this marks the end of this glance at our tribe,

we hope your response is not “unsubscribe.”

Your friendship is golden and brings us delight,

it’s balm when we’re hurt and in shadows a light.

So, to this world shaken and to many forlorn,

we herald this season with “Christ is born!”

 

Love, The Davisfolk (present and future)