|The year is almost over,
The 2014 calendar we can cover.
Christmas time is oh so near,
In nine days in will be here.
On that day in nineteen-hundred and eighty-seven,
The Copes as you know us were born, on a cold rainy day.
Th3 pastor threw rice down Rhonda's blouse,
The photographer was our choir director and wrestling fan too.
Patsy W, sure knew her way around the leading of song,
And another of her gifts was the camera lens so long.
Memories of Rhonda singing a solo throughout Six Flags,
As we did a Christmas cantata at the fountains.
The six flags waving in the air,
Smell of food galore tickling the nose hairs.
Watching the puppetry of Scrooge,
Making people laugh, cry, and other things too.
Rhonda looking so beautiful then and now even more so.
Her sense of fashion, style, comportment, and laughter. Ho, ho, ho!
A time in my life when I felt so out of sorts,
Came into focus with the church, Rhonda, and the wrestling sport.
Rhonda's favorite wrestler; Chris Adams; hanging out after matches at the Sportatorium,
Congratulating us on our engagement night, so many years ago. Another memory of glee!
Christmas time often bringing smiles and feelings of glee,
Families opening the presents around the Christmas tree.
Down the road one hears the screams of a domestic spat,
Christmas time marred by those at odds and out of peace, so sad.
Upon the laps of so many Santa's helpers the kids have sat.
Even I have memories of such a time as that.
Another memory that is a real dream come true.
The SXSW event in which I saw my star Amanda Marsh,
With Rhonda at my side and a Sixth Street tableau.
Even with being kinda out of it with hyperglycemia, it was a highlight of my life I'm grateful came to life.
Today I want for Christmas world peace.
It's may sound like a corny and impossible plea.
But with God all things are possible, don't you see?
And for that reason this poetry corner closes with wishes of world, national, state, city, and domestic peace.
Copenator out! BA, M Div