This has been a tough year for the Scott family. It can only go up next year, right? Well… as of right now the beginning of the year doesn’t show much hope. Here is our Christmas letter/poem for you to enjoy if you did not get one in the mail.
Santa is coming, have you been naughty or good?
Time to write the year end poem as I should.
Not one of the better years have I had
That it is coming to an end, I am glad.
The usual busy-ness has been a chore
I am frustrated with the clutter more and more
Maybe I’m old, and sadly that’s true,
But there always seems so much to do.
Working part-time and all the kids’ stuff
Girl Scouts and Band, isn’t that enough?
But other busy-ness I miss till I cry
Musicals and VBS… why, Bishop, why??
Wayne is employed for that we give thanks.
But the driving quickly empties the gas tank.
He works for a Hospice and helps people grieve
We just wish the Bishop hadn’t forced him on leave.
Wayne enjoys his new job, this is true.
Confidential details can’t be shared with you.
He is still a Pastor at heart, it is his call.
Injustices were done, pray the “mighty” will fall.
Abi is fine, a junior in college this year.
Pseudotumor is still a term that we hear.
She worked at Camp Wanake last summer too.
Between college and boyfriend she has lots to do.
She is thankful for an Aunt who was sweet.
Gave her a means to drive down the street.
Soccer-mom minivan? It goes, it is wheels.
Vegetarian still for all of her meals.
A senior in the house and driver to boot.
Liz has finally sorted through the college loot.
She has a plan but we’ll tell you next year.
It is hard to believe another graduation is near.
Liz is busy with all of the things at her school:
Swimming and band and student council are cool.
Service League and choir to add to the day.
Her final year of Girl Scouts, I just had to say.
Lydia is a freshman (she grew up too fast)
Still quiet at school, how long will that last?
Band and choir and swimming too.
Girl Scouts and reading so much to do.
When not doing homework, her nose is in a book.
Her first band trip to Disney we just took.
Taking creative photos, she just has a flare.
She won ”best of show” this summer at the fair.
Esther, dear Esther why must she grow up?
The baby should be little, still using a sippy cup.
A sixth grader now, she started a horn.
Our first brass player, a trumpeter was born.
She does all the same things as her older sibs,
But for Girl Scout cookie sales, she calls dibs!
Choir and swimming and time with her friends.
Her sweet helpfulness and joy to us never ends.
Bah Humbug, is what I really want to say.
It is hard to be encouraged day after day.
I know you don’t fully understand our new life,
The grief I have not being a pastor’s wife.
But, I still know the reason we celebrate today.
Is not about toys or Santa on his way.
It IS about Jesus and God’s love come to man
Just focus on that, you’ll make it, if we can.
Family and friends and a small baby boy,
The things this season that will bring you joy.
So, I’ll put up the tree, I’ll light all the lights,
I’ll do my best to celebrate this Christmas night!
It also included this photo: