Looks like your grandkids have been making poems about the holidays — and you. Who knew they could be so sentimental? Read this cute poem about the holidays and grandparents.
By Diana J. Ewing
Happy Holidays to Our Groovy Grands
Oh, how we love the holidays,
And one big reason why —
We go to Gramps and Gran’s house,
Where fun’s in big supply.
What makes them so different
From grandparents of yore?
Gran and Gramps are boomers,
So they’re way cool to the core.
Gran was once a flower child,
And Gramps wore tie-dyed shirts.
He was born to be so wild;
Gran says she tamed him first.
They taught us how to do the Twist
And how to macramé.
We’re not quite sure where Woodstock is,
But we have to go someday.
Gramps and Gran say groovy things
Like neato and far out.
They aren’t quite so young these days,
But they know what it’s all about.
It isn’t just the gifts they buy
Or letting us make a mess,
But Mom always says no, no, no,
While Gran says yes, yes, yes.
Plus, they’ve got the greatest
DVDs you’ve ever seen,
Like Toy Story 1, 2, 3
And Yellow Submarine.
Gran will decorate the house
And bake some scrumptious pies.
Gramps will light the fire
That will glow before our eyes.
So we’ll fly, we’ll take the train,
Or we’ll get Dad to drive
’Cause a Gran- and Gramp-less holiday
Would make us feel deprived.
Surely we’re the luckiest of
Grandkids in all the land,
To celebrate the holidays
With our very own boomer grands.
