Devoured some cookies and chugged some caffeine...
here it comes, our recapping of twenty-eighteen.
It’s that time of the year—rhymes filled with panache.
Buckle up, dear reader, for the Dwyer Dispache!

A big thanks to our realtor, far and wide did she roam.
But alas! Not in vain, for we found our first home.
A navy cape cod with a wood-burning fire.
First project? A fence! Of cedar, and wire.

But whoa nelly, hold up, “why a fence?” you might wonder.
For a young pupperdingo, whose spell we were under!
Milo—a good boy—from Sweet Springs, Missouri.
Nine months have gone by; he’s grown up in a flurry.

A golden retriever whose tail-wag does quicken,
when he finds his friend Jack—the peg-legged chicken.
Snoozing on vents for a blast of cold air.
Lint roller? A must, in this house of dog hair.

Sarah, that smarty-pants, through UMKC,
pursuing a Curriculum and Instruction degree!
On top of the master’s, any time to have fun?
You bet! The head coach, for Girls on the Run.

Casey, meanwhile, with a keyboard and mouse,
working from home in the loft of our house.
On top of ye old nine-to-five o’clock grind,
new web apps, projects, and things he designed.

To Texas in August, an Air Force graduation.
Mike, Sarah’s brother, on to his next station.
Megan and Rehaan, soon-to-be mom-and-dad,
making us aunt and FUNcle—how totally rad!

The youngest wee-Dwyer, known as Big Al,
in KC for speech path, boosting kiddo-morale.
Cousin Erica got hitched; she found a real winner.
The Sellers Mafia came by for occasional dinner.

Magnolia in Waco, the Chip & Jo place.
A marathon relay, four friends in the race.
Comedians, concerts and the Burly Bear Lodge.
Back at home, it’s time to clean the garage.

A heckuva year—so much fun, so exciting.
And to you, dear reader, for whom we are writing:
We wish only the best and happiest of trails.
Through twenty-nineteen, may the wind fill your sails.

Happy Holidays and a Merry Christmas!