Christmas 1978
| Season's greetings from "old Ridgemont Court", The J.C. Jorgensen's very own port This season's the time For our annual rhyme, Season's Greetings, and things of that sort. This last year has been a milestone. Our family has continually grown. Our number's now eight, That is of this date, The last wasn't born, she was flown. Roxana Pineda's her name. From Guatemala she came. She's eighteen years old, Fits right in our fold, She's here only a year, that's a shame. A student exchange brought her here It started with confusion and fear But with patience and love She now fits like a glove When she leaves it will really seem queer. Roxana now fits in just right And our family must now be a sight With all the blonde hair And boys big as a bear She's small and her hair's like the night. She's now a big sister to Jenni The things that she's taught her are many Painted fingers and such That girls like so much From the boys she doesn't learn any. "Roxanne" is Jenni's favorite sound And she says it at times that abound From her bedroom she calls Has named one of her dolls After Roxan, when she's not around. To "Chaos Corner" Roxana brings content Our routine is now slightly bent. The men now must dress And cut down the mess While Jennifer has an accent. Gregory has now reached sixteen So dating is now his big scene But his girls live so far The cost of the car Is taking the bulk of his "green" His record in school is unmarred. In classes, regardless how hard, His grades are "straight A" What more can we say His is a dull report card. His growing has slowed down a bit So now he has clothes that will fit For more than a week Before they fit sleek Perhaps pretty soon he will quit. Well over six feet without shoes He still finds it's necessary to use Enough food for a state to maintain his weight In "hundred weights" he's up near the "twos". His interests have started to narrow Athletics are still in his marrow But girls and hi-fi Have now filled his This is just about all he can "harrow". "Pumping iron", football, and track Are the cause of most of the lack Of interest in life Or in work or in strife We wish "teenage" would give our son back. Bradford's behavior's the same As it's been since when he first came He sets his own rules In sports and in schools To him life is just a big game. In athletics he stands out the best He continues to meet every test. Football, wrestling and track Fit well on his back In body he's very well blessed. In football he was ranked number one In wrestling he's continually won He fights heavyweight Has really done great Because he hasn't lost, it is fun. Like his brother he stands over six feet But he carries a little more ''meat`'. He's "nuts" over maids Cares much less for grades The latter keeps him from conceit. Voted most popular boy in his class Has had many "girls" but alas Although he's the rage Because of his age In dating he still has to pass. Brad's life is "valleys and peaks" He can't even muster short "streaks" His highs and his lows His ebbs and his flows Cycle in minutes not weeks. Scott Lee is growing like a weed He is usually prone to succeed If he likes what he's doing Or what he's pursuing If not he ignores it, indeed. Cub scouts and school fill Scott's time But his life is far from sublime His projects are vast Each "happening" a blast His finances amount to one dime. "Star Wars" put Scott in a daze He really is caught in the craze. He owns every "doll" And posters his wall Put together his room is a maze. He can't sit still for a thing He really assumes he is king Of all that's around From sky down to ground Everything is here for his fling. Organizing remains his forte He loves it much more than play He'll plan you a trip Or cook you a dip And mimic whatever you say. Matthew C. has started to grow For years he seemed rather slow But now he's expanding And becoming demanding He's taking his place in our "show". For years he's been "meek and mild" A perfect sort of a child. But now he's a boy And still brings us joy But now it's a little more wild. Matt does just great now in school He's good to follow the rule. He's got many friends At all he attends And he surly is nobody's fool Matt is Jenni's best friend And also Scott's in the end He's right in between A nut and a queen The hurts are varied he The way it looks at this date Matt will not need to wait To stake out his claim And play in our game In the family his stature is great. Jennifer's a miniature Matt At two she's now convinced that She's a teenager now And she really knows how And she has everything really down pat. Somehow she knows she's a girl. Even though her hair has no curl But she plays well with dolls Uses lipstick on walls And likes dresses with pleats that unfurl. As helper, Jenni's mom's best She's more willing than all of the rest At dishes and dusting Her mother is trusting After Jenni, things are usually more "messed' Shoes are her favorite toys She likes even those of the boys She'll wear any size Either girls or the guys Though they clatter with very much noise. Jenni gets so much attention That she's spoiled to the point of contention. So feminine and cute And fickle "to boot" But she gives back a bunch of affection. Jackie and John are the same Though perhaps a little more tame. We feel we've been blest For having the rest To share in our family fame. The Church remains a large part Of our lives, our work and our heart We're all active and busy The pace remains "dizzy" We rarely know where we should start. In the Church, John has a new residency He now is in the Stake Presidency He travels so far He has "ingrown car" But he does it without any hesitancy. We send this epistle to you Again as we normally do We send you our love And ask that above That He will send His love too. |
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