New Years Eve Poem, 2024
by Penelope Page Van Voorst
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This year was exciting, surprises galore;
We had eight nice children, and then we got more.
Some politics happened, and that all was great,
But all that is not what I am here to relate.
The Twinkies were born and the other kids grew
So let’s take a look through the year at what’s new.
The first one we’ll mention is my father’s beard;
My father’s behind it. Or so I have heard…
It’s luscious and full, with a glorious sheen,
And it awes our whole family like you’ve never seen.
With that one accomplished my father is next.
He sits at a desk where he emails and texts.
He sits and he read, oh so very intently,
And then he gets off and does post militantly.
He sallies out spanks to the kids who need whackin’,
Reads four million books and then tames Ye Olde Kraken.
Mother, of course, works the hardest of all
She vacuums the tile and wipes off the walls.
She reads aloud Besty, and Mole, Rat, Toad.
I simply don’t know how she carries the load.
She carried two babies and cooked lots of meals.
My mother, I’ll say, is the Real Deal.
The next one in line is the Mustache-ed Man.
Beg pardon. It’s Atticus. (No explanation.)
He works at a farm and he drives a big van;
His feet are enormous, and so are his hands
He’s tall and he’s tired and he wants to eat food.
He will not watch Aang; he’s just not in the mood.
I carry a sweater which loudly says “NO.”
I am able to walk, but I like to go Slooooooow…
I got a new room and I did lots of baths,
Read lots of books and then finished up math.
The New Year, I hope, will bring slightly more speed.
And maybe a bookshelf. I’m in dire need.
And Finneas comes, all crack-full of rude jokes.
He’s really approaching. I’m warning you, folks.
He will not sit still; he’ll frolic and fidget,
He’ll sing out of key and he eats for a midget.
He’s finally arrived, and he’s starting to dance.
Someone wake up poor Rocco; Finn needs assistance.
Lolo is coming, she just needs a minute;
The bathroom is filled up with Laurelai in it.
One minute more, please: she’s just now remembered.
It’s 12:34, and that’s one lucky number!
She’s coming out now; she’s a girl on a mission.
Wait! Don’t move that junk! That would break her tradition!
Rocco is someone that’s hard to pin down.
Beyond Finn’s assistant, he’s also a clown.
He likes to shout words that make no sense at all,
To shriek like a banshee and bawl like a cow.
He’s sweeter than sugar (when he wants to be).
Yet his whole existence is being a cronie.
Callista, we’ll note, is a world of her own.
She likes to write music, and play on her own.
She loves to play mother and calls Oey “deary”.
Her songs are exciting, her smile is cheery.
Her face flushes red when the spicy starts flowing.
And, oh, when she runs! Well, she really gets going!
Hide all your coffee, ‘cause Juni’s in sight.
Her favorite things are her patch off at night,
Screaming at Oey and making up after,
Zucchini and dresses and devilish laughter.
She knows Santa comes every year, Christmas Eve.
Don’t try to divert her; she truly believes.
Ophelia’s listed far down in the line,
But don’t think that means she’s a smooth, easy ride.
She is now three years old, and need I say more?
Her rubbery boots stomp along the wood floor.
The world is her kingdom, the country her own;
She rules over all from her rocking chair throne.
Knox is a do-nothing sort of a fellow.
He’ll sit and he’ll drool; he’s really quite mellow.
His eyes are the bluest you ever will see.
He moves, in a way, like a fat roly-poly.
He likes to chew things with his two pearly whites,
His behemoth hands really hold those things tight.
Eulalie is smiley to levels unknown
She likes to call Knox on their baby chew phone.
She likes to stand up and she just will not sit.
She says “abboo-abboo” and she likes to spit.
Her smile is sunny and fills up her face.
As tenth child in line, she is up to the race.
And so raise your glasses, chalk full of good cheer,
‘Cause 2024 was an excellent year!
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New Year’s Eve Poem
Van Voorst Family Year in Review
December 31, 2024
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Tonight is for toasting the year as it ends
For looking ahead with our family and friends
Tonight is for taking the time to rewind
To say, “thank You” to Christ who is King and is kind
So, with no more delay and no more ado
I humbly present, using the alphabet,
some random comments: our year in review
A is for Atticus who worked on a farm
B is for Birds that all came to harm
C is for Callista who likes to vacuum
D is for Dad who drywalled a room
E is for Eulalie, the tiniest “Beans’
F is for Finneas whose approaching his teens
G is for God, our Savior and King
H is for Home where we love, laugh, and feast
I is for Inches and growing and growing
J is for Juni whose hair can now pony
K is for Knox who contentedly stares
L is for Lolo who runs up the stairs
M is for Mom who works out like a boss
N is for Noodles, the ones with white sauce
O is for Oey and eyes like two worlds
P is for Penelope whose hair grows in curls
Q is for Quiet, a sound we can’t hear
R is for Rocco who likes sips of beer
S is for Sabbath and Saturday nights
T is for Time and the fun as it flies
U is for Us and for voting as one
V is for Van and teens driving it some
W is for Water in places unwanted
X is for Xtra and pantries undaunted
Y is for YouTube and couch time with dad
Z is for Zoo and the wild times we had
Now, that’s quite a year, but let’s try it again
This time a bit silly and sometimes pretend
A is for Atticus, the communion serving giant
B is for Biscuits, the world’s cutest tyrant
C is for Callista, a mini mom in the making
D is for Dad, whose beard is breathtaking
E is for Eulalie, whose smile swallows her face
F is for Finneas and the breakfasts he makes
G is for Guns and a house full of bangers
H is for Home with all clothes on their hangers
I is for Ice and the fridge that won’t make it
J is for Juniper’s chewy and penguin
K is for Knox whose just a chill dude
L is for Lolo and her gratitude
M is for Mom and her popcorn at night
N is for Nen and the eggs she imbibes
O is for Order whose aim is wild fun
P is for Postmill and work to be done
Q is for Quick and a year that flew by
R is for Rocco and wearing his tie
S is for School and the wisdom it gives
T is for Trump and for owning the libs
U is for Uh oh and spilling your cups
V is for Voorst and for knowing what’s up
W is for Work and getting things done
X is for eXcellence, second to none
Y is for Yay and this New Year’s Eve poem
Z is for Zoom and for working from hoem
To be a Van Voorst is, of course, a delight
And to be full of joy is to join in the fight
For this feasting's a foretaste of where we are going
A land rich with milk and with honey o’erflowing
So tonight we say, “thank You” and look forward to more
And tonight we say, “cheers!” like we’ve been here before.
So here’s to the year and to many more like it
So raise up your cups and your spirits just like it
By this time next year, in a brand new December
We’ll have more things to praise and new things to remember
We’ll have more things to list and more grace to applaud
More memories, more bliss, and more blessings from God
So, here’s to our God and the fun and the fight
And here’s to our Lord for there’s no King but Christ!