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Here is the poem my husband wrote to accompany our Christmas cards this year.

A walk on a Sunday around the lake

A spring-like Sunday – two/twenty-eight

A nostalgic talk of days before

In Columbia, home, from ‘74

Until we moved in twenty-oh-three

Naïve to the adventure that was to be

In building a house remote, all alone

And living there ten years and making it home

Plowing the driveway, sawing trees

It was fun (somewhat) but hard to see

How it would work out for the decades to come

With groundhog, deer and borer bee scrum

So four months post Lake Kittamaqundi

We downsized and sold everything sundry 

Including the house and everything in it

Moved back to Columbia in what seemed like a minute

We’re liking it here in a CCRC*

Intellectually, we know it’s the place to be

All that’s left is for feelings to match

For our stomachs, eventually, our brains to catch

Last year gave no clue we’d make this move

Nothing is certain, this seems to prove

So we’ll live the adventure of this new life stage

Who knows what surprises are on the next page?

We hope and wish that your ‘17

Is a time of enjoyment and pleasures keen

Best wishes to you for all the best

For joy and happiness in your daily quests

Consider this my Christmas card to you.

* continuing care retirement community