Twas the Night Before Christmas, And All Through the Van...


The wind whips outside, is it starting to snow?

I press my cheek to the windshield, feel the sun’s setting glow

But alas, Christmas Eve in Arizona is quiet, dry, and cold

“Winter in the desert is harsh,” the locals have told


But tonight, I don’t buy it, a cup of mulled wine in my hand

As I look out at the colors dancing across the sand

We think back on the last six months, on this wild ride

With a mix of emotions, we must confide


2017 has had its highs and lows for us all

We’ve met unlikely heroes, and watched others fall

We’ve seen people united by love and divided by hate

And realized the repercussions of actions too late


On the road, we’ve missed family, friends, and our city

And of course, always thinking of a special orange kitty

But tonight in the van, life feels simple and secure

We have everything we need tucked inside the sliding door

We laugh about adventures we’ve weathered, breakdowns and tows

National park highs, and freezing temperature lows

We remember the people we’ve met, in blue states and red

Who have offered their help, a meal, or warm bed


And we can’t help but feel hopeful for the New Year

An open road, filled with adventures far and near

Until then, I’ll sip on my wine, listening to the coyote’s howl

And the haunting call of the Western screech owl


On this special evening, we wish you each peace and light

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.



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