A Very Vista Christmas

Twas the day before Christmas break and down every hall

The kids are all wound up, teachers climbing the walls

Each student was waiting to get out of their chair

The Christmas song singing was about to be there

With Jolene in her office and Cheryl on her broom

We’ve got faculty seething in many a room

The fridges are just clean as a whistle

It was emptied with little warning and everyone bristled

It sure is a good thing that it is a short day

It can’t come too soon that they all go away

The buses will come and the parents will drive

And all we can hope for is to get out alive

It’s a good thing that Christmas is a full week away

That gives you some time to forget this long day

So all you can say as the school day does end

We have a whole year before we do it again

Joanie's black eye

Joanie got a black eye from a railing
Walking down the isle at the show
You may think it's slick outside at Christmas
But, she would have been safer in the snow

She had bought a coke and popcorn
junior mints and some red vines
she headed back to the family
you would think that everything would be just fine

Then she came up to the stairway
the lights were out and it was black
the result left was poor Joanie
looking like someone had been attacked

Now we're all concerned for Joanie
The theater people seem so too
But, I thinkin their just worried
Hoping that poor Joanie doesn't sue

Listen

Listen, there's a little girl names Secret
She's our own albino child
Oh, Oh, Oh

I'll tell ya
she's as sweet as she can be
she gives gifts ya gotta see
what ya gonna do
OOOOOh

Mis Lighty
Oh Mis Lighty is her mom
the booty, it goes on and on
there's enough for two
OOOOOOh

Lola

Her name is Lola
She is a trailer
Painted white and red
Go, Go Utes is what is said

She likes to tailgate
Down by Rice- Eccles
She doesn't have to go to far
She is like a rolling bar

She's rooting for the U
Winning is what they do

She wouldn't miss a game
Everyone should know her name
She's always there, handled with great care
She's got that growing fame

It's time to tail gate
east of the south gate
It's the greatest thing to do
Just don't be wearing any blue

Taylor's Theme

Think of the song "Cars" by Gary Newman

Me and my mom, yes it us every day
either work or at play it's the way that we live
just me, and my mom

Me and my mom, every morning and night
oh man what a sight, it just goes on and on
it's me, and my mom

Me and my mom, we head off for the play
yes we go every day, several months so they say
for me, and my mom

Me and my mom, were doing laundry today
I'm going to help,so I say
I may just get in the way
that's me, and my mom

Me and my mom, so we each have a phone
No no she's never alone
It's the constant talk zone
from me, to my mom

Me and my mom, some day to heaven we'll go
then all the blessings will show, her work god does know
for me, by my mom

Empty Nest

The nest is empty
The children are gone
They have done as we hoped
Grown up, Moved on

We watch and we worry
As they're on their own
There were here just a moment
The time sure has flown

It's bitter, it's sweet
as they go on their way
This is as it should be
We've enjoyed (almost) every day

A new chapter is opened
A new phase begun
It's time to look forward
Time for freedom and fun

But unlike the old days
When it was just us two
Our family will keep on growing
As we always hoped, always knew.

Goes On and On

Last fall we went to Disneyland and I loved every minute as always. This trip included two treats that were unusual. First, I got to ride a segway scooter. Great fun. Second, the Small World ride was closed. This has never been one of my favorites. I have rewritten the song and just wanted to record it.

It's a world of sadness, a world of tears
You hop on this boat for what seems like years
Yes, this ride is so long it just goes on and on
There's nothin small about this world

Nothin small about this world
Nothin small about this world (you know the rest)

Be Still and Know

Recent events have taken me back
to a day when life felt way off track
a friend, a mentor, a truly great one
had left the world, too soon to be taken

I will never forget that Sabbath morn
as I entered the church, my heart was torn
I felt despair, unable to grasp
how could this happen, gone so fast

He served with love all those around
truly no guile in him could be found
I remember his smile, his quiet way
I thought of him on that Sabbath day

My heart cried out Lord, how could this be?
The opening hymn held the answer for me
"Be still my soul" were the words I sang
Peace and calm were the feelings that came

Know that he is in control,
"Be still my soul"
"Be still my soul"

The Journey

I wrote this poem upon the death of my Father in Law.

The Journey

a young spirit comes from God
pure, clean, and
ready to be loved and taught

a growing spirit returns to God
tested, proved, and
ready to be loved and taught

a mature spirit lives with God
crowned, glorified and
ready to love and teach

a beautiful spirit, the son of God
scourged, sacrificed, and triumphant made the journey possible