Borgdorff Christmas Part One

This weekend we had the Borgdorff Christmas hosted at our house. Graham and Rebeka came on Friday night and slept over. We enjoyed our visit with just the 2 of them. Al and Graham were up late having a bro to bro talk which they don't get to do too often. Saturday about 4:00 everyone began to arrive. The food was laid out and the eating frenzy began. We had dips and shrimp and meatballs and salad, pickles and cheese sticks and baking galore. 21 people in total. After we ate we opened presents and as the tradition has it, poems were written for each gift and read aloud to the amusement of all. In cleaning up today I came across some of the poem's. Here is a small exert of the Borgdorff Poem Collection of 2006. All rights reserved. Do not publish without the direct consent of the poem writers (who will of course require large sums of money for the consent)
First off....

This is a poem for my uncle Al
At church he is the children's pal
He gives the messages of God's love
As we celebrate his gift from above.

He is the star actor and sings in the worship team
There is no doubt that of the crop, he is cream
He puts headlights in kub cars
and watches movies under the stars

If something breaks, he keeps his cool;
He can fix it because he has the right tool.
Screwdrivers with every head and ratchets of every bit,
When something's gone wrong he just say, "opps"

Although Maui is the place he wants to go
He realy should not miss out on all of our snow
For a trip of salt water and sand of white and gold,
Just take a woalk on any slippery winter road!

When he asked me for alot of cheese,
I pumped his poem full of it, with ease
Maybe I'll get you some before I leave,
"Merry Christmas!" from your favourite nephew, Steve.
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Sung to the tune of "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer"

You know Vincent and Pauline and Aaron and Nicolas,
Jessica and Evelyn and Justin and Sir Hiss (editor note their cat)
But do you recall,
The coolest Borgdorff of all-

Daniel the coolest Borgdorff,
Has a very full-filled mind
And if you ever meet him,
lot of pranks and jokes you'll find

He likes to read, speak French and play.
But watch out! Oh, Oh, Oh
Daniel with your paintball gun,
Please give me a chance to run!

Daniel the coolest Borgdorff,
I hope that your aim's not good.
I am so very happy ,
I don't live in your neightbourhood!

So on this family Christmas Eve,
I just want to say
Daniel with your paintball gun,
Have some Merry Christmas fun!

Oh how I sure do love you,
My nephew, so wise and fun.
Daniel, the coolest Borgdorff,
Now my silly song is done!
Love Aunt Rebeka

Ok one more This is not a poem that was said but a song that was song by almost all the Borgdorff grandchildren( at least the brave ones). This was song written by Paul VanLoenen and Simon Meijers for the churches youth group, just to have fun with. Katelyn taught it to the rest and well now we may just have a new family favourite Christmas song. Just for those not too up to date with the snow boarding lingo (language) rippin up the pipe and riding on the rail are snow boarding terms for tricks and stunts (just to keep it simple.)

This is our Christmas, Elijah
(song to the tune of These are the days of Elijah)

Verse one
This is our Christmas, Elijah,
Walking around wearing bells,
and look there's a three year old fruit cake,
let's just hope that it doesn't smell
Cold turkey sure makes me smile
I just put snow tires on my Ford
Chestnuts on the fire didn't work
we'll just fry em'
The snow plow just took out my Ford

Behold Gramps comes,
Rippin' up the pipe
Ridin on a rail
Clinging to his life
He's no young boy
Grandpa's 83
Caught a lot of air
And now he's caught in a tree

Here's the next Christmas, Elijah
The Ford just came back from the shop
It's loaded down with presents
Some of which still want to hop.
I sure hope Grandma likes the ferret
It's running wild in her house
Somebody told me it would make a great pet,
But now I am having my doubts.

Behold Gramps comes
Rippin' up the pipe.
Ridin on the rail
Clinging to his life.
He's no young boy,
Grampa's 83
Caught a lot of air
And now he's stuck in a tree.

Bridge
My slush ball's gonna soak ya X8
Chorus X2

Hope that gives you just a bit of an idea of what Christmas with the Griswalls (I mean Borgdorff's) is all about.
After I recooperate a little more I'll post part 2. Come back if you dare!!!!