Now, you might object to my saying it aloud,
but you both climb down chimneys in a way that's allowed.
Jim, since I've called you Santa, I'd better say quick
that it isn't a belly that makes you St Nick.
It isn't the baking, but Diane--I wouldn't dare
to mention red dresses, fur or white hair.
Family's something that's usually quirky
and ours is one that's decidedly jerky.
But sometimes, when I'm still as a mouse
I think how Christmas began at your house.
It wasn't the presents, although they were nice,
And it wasn't the tree or the sparkleing lights.
Love, joy and peace are what I remember
when you're around, whether it's May or December.
I know I'm not always holiday festive
but to a gift of your wisdom I'm often receptive.
There's nothing like hugs when they're coming from you two
And there's nothing like knowing you guys love me like you do.
