The Christmas Party
for the ward, last night,
did not exactly
start the night quite right.
There was confusion
and a quorum held,
a decision made,
but later dispelled.
All was in order
before guests arrived.
TJ saw Santa
and, yes, he survived.
The pictures weren’t quite
what we had in mind,
but what can one do
when you’re in a bind?
Soon, we departed
and headed for home,
which brings us all to
the end of this poem.
