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2025 Christmas at Arnold, California

Chicken soup for the soul, Chicken wings with ranch dressing

Chickening out from bungee jumping, and Chicken poop for the garden.

All are legit and fascinating to parse But none can compete with the comfort of chicken with rice!

— Karen (got the almond)

In the past we've had some strange years. But this year takes the cake. The administration has exceeded our worst fears, where evil Trumps good, and truth is now fake. Buuutt... (it's not so bad) A walk among the Sequoias their majesty beguiles. A hike along the central coast, how very nice. Our granddaughter, Freja's beautiful smiles. And now with the Kelleys, and a pudding of rice

— Paul

Standing under the ancient tree It's marvelous to see Rain dripping from so high Then in the tall pines nearby I hear a crack and branch fell Yet the big sequoia doesn't sway at all I look up at the redwood giant Compared to the pines, it's not really pliant This tree has been here since before The vikings with sails and oars Traded for rice in the east Or had their first North American feast.

— Charlie

It was way too early, and even more cold We arose in the dark, as we'd been told. We'd bundled up, in all the layers we'd packed It was below freezing out, so jacket on jacket. The van was quiet and excited and nervous all-around We got to the fields where the balloons were limp on the ground We climbed in the basket and then up up and away In mere minutes we were higher than Santa's sleigh. Around us, balloons by the hundreds rose up with the sun. The sight was breathless, glorious, otherworldly; we were stunned. The plains below covered with snow white as rice I'd do it again, you don't have to ask twice.

— Jana

Weather is a little wet But beauty abounds Grand old Sequoias On sentry in a round

Back at the cabin White Xmas on the tele Gravlax and meatballs Settled nicely in my belly

I'm grateful this season for my health & no virus To finish this meal with pudding of rices

— Tomi

I'll make this sweet and short, 'Cause I don't want to hog the court.

My PSA said, Dude, you have cancer, And my docs said, we have the answer.

A few rounds of chemo infusions, Has the tumors in states of confusion.

Now all is fine, though my mirror lies, Who is that guy with hair with hair like rice?

Know that I'm not lightly making sport. I have loved all of your support.

— Marc

Coding surge throughout the day Throwing large and heavy clay Taller pieces taking form Keeping the creative spirit warm

Hiking Kauai where green peaks rise Fresh poke bowls with seasoned rice Then driving under Utah skies Four national parks before our eyes

Salmon ciabatta, toasted bread New recipes by Michael, enough said With cuddly cats, they've been so sweet Making our home feel complete

Here in Arnold the sky is gray But Tilly chases the gloom away Her little wags add to the cheer Wrapping up a busy year!

— Alex

The rice is here. It's that time of year.

Brown, white, purple, green, Tilly licked the silverware clean.

We feast here in Arnold, Like the Kings of darned old.

Bellies full of smoked salmon, Now we beg for the almond.

— Michael

2025 gets a solid four stars 25 movies watched at AMC, Nicole Kidman ads kept me company. I leveled up with a new apartment, work that shined, and HIIT classes in the evenings to clear my mind. Concerts, sports, and trips kept the plot moving most of the time. Friends and family made the best of every view, Some scenes were hard to watch, thanks to a presidency askew, and my hair starring in its own Catching Fire scene at dinner too. Still, I'd happily rewatch this year, with popcorn in hand and rice near.

— Sierra

2024 Christmas at Templeton

Well, it was a year. And then there was rice.

— Marc

Rainclouds in the distance As we gather on Little Christmas Eve, Freja charms us all with her whole mouth smile Walking in the vineyard with a frisky Tilly All leading to a candlelit meal with the whole Kelley clan and a poetry slam — rice

— Karen

The night is broken with a sound from the floor, Baby Freja is fussin'; the cry becomes a roar. She's too excited to sleep; I can't say I blame her, Christmas in California! How Fun! ... She continues to stir. Mormor & grandpa, uncles, aunts, & cousins galore, Life with Little Freezy is never a bore. Swedish pancakes for breakfast, festive cookies before, A wide culinary world you are beginning to explore. Soups, salads, stews, and more are in your future, bowls of noodles, rice, farro, and beyond, the flavors! So super! Merry first Christmas, Freja, we're happy you're here, Let's all raise a glass! Skål! Cheers!

— Jay

Started in Italian snow, and learning how to pottery throw. From Yosemite to Maui's shore, with friends, I couldn't ask for more.

Soccer games and city flights, Austin, Atlanta, Oregon nights. But best of all when days are through, coming home to our cats, us two.

The kitchen where we cook with care, sous vide fish, we make a pair. Rice in bowls and egg on top, Simple meals that make time stop.

Now in Paso, rain gives way to blue skies, time spent with family and pecan pies. I am so grateful for this whole year, with everyone here, I'll always hold dear.

— Alex

Far and near, Everywhere and here.

Day embraced night, As shadow claimed light.

Rice turns sweet, Skål, aquavit!

— Michael (got the almond)

At Vaquero Verano Mi hermana y hermano Escape the north for SoCal A more temperate locale No need to ski a lopet To enjoy some dopet Or walk over icy footing To get some rice pudding.

— Charlie

Not much happened in 2024. Life continues the same as before. No increases in happiness or baby giggles. No munchkin on the floor, getting out her wiggles. If only there was some significant change this year. That I could discuss with the Kelleys gathered here. It would be nice to mention an addition to the fam Someone who Jay, Muskie, and I could push in the pram. But alas what a curse! Having nothing to say in this annual rice verse, No discussion of a new smile that melts my heart. Or of baby snuggles that are off the charts.

Of course I kid, the opposite is true. And I'm so happy Freja is here, celebrating with all of you.

— Maja

I tried searching for a rhyme for Freja But couldn't get much beyond Hey-ya So that poem came to a stop And I began again from the top. A promise was made last December That I'd become a mormor this year, remember? This became true mid-June when Freja was born And a family that was three (Muskie) became four. Now we gather for the holidays, answering Christmas' call And enjoy this new little life who brings joy and hope to us all. Lastly, here's a thought I've had once or twice Wouldn't it be great if Freja's first word was RICE?

— Jana

Moomin with umbrella and cat in rice rain

When skies are heavy and hope feels dim, Rice offers calm where storms have been, a timeless gift through thick & thin.

— Sierra

Walking with the in-laws at a leisurely pace Sammy would have really loved this place. Freja, Maja + Jay are here which is incredibly nice. Life goes on so now I'll enjoy my rice.

— Paul

All of you gathered here are what sustains me, Much like rice sustains the world. For all the loved ones here Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

— Eric (improvised, free form — best of Maja's recollection)

We are ducking, we are covering, we are fortifying locking arms holding tight ears to the ground, eyes to the heavens — bracing for the New Year.

A little joy would be nice, ferret out that pesky almond in the rice. A lotta luck is on our own wish list, Happy Day — Freja has joined us & she's the kissiest!

— Peggy

This year's travels have taken many of us far and wide Minneapolis, Beijing, Atlanta but Joburg is a long plane ride.

Jana and I went to see the Big 5 — Lion, Leopard, Elephant, Rhino, Buffalo turns out there's also Small 5 — Ant Lion, Leopard Tortoise, Rhino Beetle, Elephant Shrew, Buffalo Weaver Ugly Five Hyena, Vulture, Warthog, Wildebeest, Marabou Stork Now I tell you about the Rice Five

Jambalaya Paella Risotto Fried Rice and Pudding of Rice

Enjoy your blessings and all your rice, Merry Xmas to all and to all a good night.

— Tomi

2023 Christmas at Sea Ranch

This year we drove across the west To a lake where wild rice grows Of all 10,000 we think it's the best Then mom rode for despite her pedal woes.

— Charlie (got the almond)

Oohs, Sammy has taken a fall She's up and walking w/ Paul Climate warming should be a call For needed change to help us all. Hey Scientists, we need your advice. Maybe California should grow rice.

— Paul

We are gathered here at The Sea Ranch Presents will pile below the drift branch While Michael is sailing his way to Rome This mother misses him back home So many years when the children were small Frenzied shopping gifts for one and all But this year I'm focused on the loved ones near Enjoying the sights of foxes and deer Walks on the beach, pickleball for fun Waiting for Jansson's, ham, and rice pudding to be done Though the majority seems to favor the fall I'll take any time Sierra comes to visit y'all.

— Tomi

Christmas Eve on the coast The place I love the most Celebrating 2023 With my lovely woman Tomi. Enjoying the Kelley family All but one Telling stories, smelling The ocean and feeling the sun Thankful for the grandbabies God has given me Hoping I'll be on this Earth To watch them into the stars They will be

It would be nice to Find the almond in the Pudding of rice

But the Disaronno in my Coffee is my almond spice

— Tony

It was a crisp, cold night, Underneath a gibbous moon. For the kids tucked in tight, Christmas could not come too soon. Around the globe, Santa sped, Going over the list in his head. Presents and presents filled his sleigh, He doled them out, in his special way. Only good things go to the kids that were nice, And for the ones that were naughty... Well, they get rice. Eat up!

— Marc

2023, a year of birding firsts: Golden eagle, Wood Duck, Common Loon, a Ruby-crowned Kinglet and Sharp-shinned hawk.

2023, catching up with some favorites: Pelicans, Grosbeaks, Avocets, Oyster Catchers and Dunlins.

2023, sharing birding with friends: Nutall's Woodpecker for Jean, Red-Breasted Nuthatch for Carissa, and Oak Titmouse for Nancy;

2023, Christmas at Sea Ranch with Kelleys +: Catching up with old friends in White Christmas, Trips to the grocery store, hiking along the bluff and dessert of pudding with rice.

— Karen

It's Hello from Sea Ranch this year Kelleys arrived here by the carload With dogs and treats, bikes and Christmas treats Thanks, Maja, for finding this stunning abode. We drove for 2 days from San Diego to here A "tour de California" to share our Swedish Christmas cheer The road here was twisty and windy and not to my liking, But all Charlie could think of was the potential for biking. Now I know you all remember I turned 70 in November Who knew it'd be so quick For my memory to slip? I forgot to pack some key ingredients, a lapse most glaring This rice pudding needs its berry sauce, as much as the potatoes need their herring. But — family to the rescue! Marc had some backup fish And Paul drove back to the store For berries to save this rice pudding dish. It's wonderful to gather As 2023 fades away. Thanks for all the helping & sharing On this Christmas Eve day.

— Jana

When I think about the Kelley Family Christmas, it always brings me Joy. The Swedish traditions and celebrations are better than any Christmas toy. This year for the first time on my own I made the cookie trifecta. I was proud of my pepparkakor, pepparnötter and berlinerkranser, even if they weren't perfect. This time also makes me think of Mormor, and her kindness and quiet grace. And the house in Novato, I remember it as a magical place. I think of her "Rice is Nice" poem, too busy to write maybe anything more. And walking with her in Salmon Creek, by the sea shore. We all miss her dearly, but her presence remains steady. As we work hard today to get the julbord ready. And I'm excited to announce that in 2024 there will be a MORMOR here. Because Jay and I are expecting a baby girl next year.

Love, — Maja

From the hills of San Fran, where Karl embraces, Cruise horizons expand, new diverse spaces,

From soccer fields to the Acropolis climb, A global journey, through space and time,

Missing everyone, from paradise, Writing at home, 2 cats and 2 bowls of rice

— Michael (emailed from Mediterranean cruise)

Sierra and Bailey - Merry Christmas from Atlanta, GA. Rice Influences Everything

— Sierra + Bailey (Atlanta, GA)

2022 Christmas at Marc & Karen's in Oakland

This year was a good one, although thought it's too hot For it was the year that Maja & Jay tied the knot And we decided to Travel to Spain & England, just only just After all we had gotten our 4th, 5th Covid shot And the World Cup enthralled us! And that Final! Argh! What a plot So we are finally here, God Wot! And ready to scoop from the Christmas Rice pot.

— Paul

A new hobby born from time spent outdoors, has me searching with purpose, binoculars in tow. I've spotted oyster catchers and avocets, dunlins and a snipe, egrets and grebes, cedar waxwings and a bald eagle. It started with our feeder, I've moved on to the Bay, the rice fields of Sacto Valley lined with grays!

— Karen

What a year 2022 was Thinking about it gives me a buzz It was certainly one to remember Especially the events of September

A wedding better than my wildest dreams With you all there smiling in the sunbeams A pre-wedding manicure with the Kelley gals While the boys set up the Bocce court for all our pals We loved having Tony's magic truck For whenever our plans got stuck Then the day came, I got to marry my fave Guy Jay Speeches by dad, Charlie, Eric, Alan & Kyle made us smile Tacos with rice and beans fueled our dancing + twirls And then off to Norway for a honeymoon whirl Special thanks to mom for taking care of the Muskellunge While we enjoyed saunas, followed by icy plunges And while it was so much fun being a bride I'm more excited for the future, with my husband by my side

— Maja

Tusen takk, takk fer maten, skol! Words that defined 2022, plus two more... I do! How to reduce 2022 to words? To put the unyielding joy into nouns, consonants, & verbs I do not Want this year to end, but the future looks bright. Trips to Honduras, Chile, & more with flights. Family extended, love found in every corner, Finally, Arsenal with a relish store I will Remain upbeat, happy, & free from despair, because I'm connected to Maja, the Kelleys, & families... quite the pair, I will not Lose sight of the spirit of life, adventure, & exploration Making sure to take ample vacation To lands near & far Fields of spice, floes of ice, abyss of dice, & plates of rice That should suffice As well as quiet evenings in Chez Muskie with my wife Yes, that sounds nice.

Love, — Jay (got the almond)

Running in redwoods The Bay lit up at sunset Rice pudding inside

— Charlie

Our Christmas meal comes to an end, Grateful to dine with fam and friends. The final dish is risgrynsgrōt, A rice porridge of a sort. It is to us, simple and plain, A dish of cream, almond and grain. Looked up the storied history it's had. Learned it was served at the wake of St. Brigit's dad. That's right, it used to be just for the Wealthy. Today I'm glad it's for us all, happy and healthy.

— Marc

I drove across the country not once but twice Attended a beautiful wedding but didn't throw rice Moved Sierra to Atlanta and Michael to San Fran But Fam Holidays in Oakland are always grand.

— Tomi

Rice is nice.

— Tony

Listen my children and ye shall hear of a wedding and a World Cup, all in the same year. On the 4th of September, in twenty twenty-two We gathered in St Paul to hear Maja and Jay say I do What a magical day, of love, laughs and surprises. Those wedding toasts, that first dance, the Golden Egg Prizes! When Maja and Jay left, we threw no rice and here's why: we wave white kitchen towels for a Sugar Lake goodbye

From Minnesota to Qatar in the year's dying days There were more surprises to come on the World Cup stage. Sixty-four marvelous games I didn't watch them all Some did, Paul tried, but hey — I've got pickleball. Little Croatia and Morocco almost went all the way But Argentina and France would have their day. Best final ever they say, dramatic goals & goal tending Two plus hours later, Messi had his happy ending.

Let's toast Happy Endings, here's to Maja! and Jay! To Messi and Argentina! AND our hosts for this day.

— Jana

2021 Christmas at Tomi & Tony's in Woodland

High in his tree Tarzan sits Thinking, eyebrows furrowed Is God the creator of the world Or is it Edgar Rice Burroughs

— Eric

Another dilly of a year The coast was seeming to clear Then along came Delta and Omicron, Not to mention veggie burritos With black beans and rice. We continue to take good care Masks no longer elicit a stare And "home tests" have become de rigueur. The best developments this year Were a vaccine (not a cure) And a bundle of energy and fur Who goes by the name of Tilly (and Tilster, Tillamook, Silly Tilly, Miss Tilly and Phoebe)!

— Karen

Paddling down river Rogue, Tim breaks an oar. Drifting on we halt where Rainy Falls roar. Waiting we're perch’d over the Maelstrom below, Like boiling white rice or billowing snow It's rolling and thundering all around. Helpless we can't hear any other sound. Tim stands and hops by way of wobbly stones, Above rapids that could break many bones. We lose one line and the second tie fast, Holding on, we cross the current at last.

— Charlie

Ham Broth and Herring and meatballs so nice A Swedish Christmas Dinner, I’ve thought once or twice Always ends with a bowl of pudding rice.

— Paul

Christmas in California, presents under the tree, The smell of Janssons mixes with the aroma of cheese. Our glasses are full, our bellies are, too, Coffees, and teas, and lattes — no mountain dew. The meatballs have been wolfed, the fish gulped down. Tomorrow we will wear a colored Christmas crown. But tonight the chefs display their talents, After playing Pickleball, wearing new balance. On to dessert, take a scoop or three, Short, medium, sushi, or Basmati. The pile of rice is getting smaller, the bottom is near, We are all content with food and family cheer. After we split our memories will linger, To remind us of this lovely Christmas dinner!

— Jay

Vaccines are here, is it gone? Oh wait here comes Omicron. The CDC always has new information to juggle It's felt like a lot of a slog and a struggle. Like a group project where some won't help out. Just please put a mask over your freakin snout.

Still some fun was had, travels a few To Oregon, Colorado & Idaho, with really great crews. And then of course we went to France At Jon + Mylene's wedding we danced + danced. Then biking by the Loire valley by grand chateaus And enjoying glasses of roadside vino

Next year should be pretty good too Because even if I don't get the almond in my rice pud, still remember To come help celebrate our wedding next September

— Maja

A year fortuned with the pig, Protecting me from covid.

Spent the year white as rice, Except after a trip to paradise

Became a dad, For both plants and cat.

Started my coaching career, To live like Ted Lasso and Beard.

With family at the end of the year, Time to approach the next frontier.

— Michael

2020 we were just a group of 4 Now we are gathered plus seven more Still wary and tested, just a single pink line Brings smiles and cheers in the nick of time So grateful to gather from near and far Ever hopeful 2022 is the best year by far To the future we toast to throw rice in September For a Maja and Jay wedding we will always remember To Maja (and Jay)

— Tomi (got the almond)

(approximately)

If you're wanting to watch pickleball on a hot day and you want a cold rum and tonic, ice is nice. If you're watching the same pickleball game and you're scratching your head You may have lice, which is NOT NICE. If you have a hankering for Chinese food just make sure you order rice.

— Scott

We're gathered here to make memories again. Together! Since I don't know when. Just kidding — We all recall pandemic's beginning Remind me — has there been much winning? We thought we were safe, We thought we were done. But now here comes Omicron to spoil the fun. But we're washed and masked and jabbed and tested So we can all gather to enjoy this Christmas fest

I've been thinking about mom, don't you agree she feels near Our love for her traditions gets stronger each year To prepare all these courses takes more than a few We marvel how she did it alone — Mom, here's looking at you.

And I've been thinking about Dad Who'd have been a hundred this year Many of you didn't know him But we're surrounded by his memories here. He was not without flaws, but he was handsome, witty, And I regret there's no record of his rice poems, not one But that fate won't befall you, you can write in my book And years later, come back and take a look. Many thanks to Tony and Tomi who've opened their home. Now I'm finally ready to end this rice poem.

— Jana

As I walked along the sandy shore And listened to the ocean's roar, I saw a ship come into view, It's port of call was Timbuktu. Ahoy, the captain yelled to me, Climb the plank and we'll go to sea. He told me tales of wondrous lands, Sky-high mountains and the snow-white sands, Pacific Palms and Norwegian fjords Just grab your grip and hop on board. I said, "your sea going times sound quite wild, But a sailor's life is not my style, Life on land for me is much more nice I'm happy here, spooning up my rice!"

— Marc

I had a poem. It was nice. And it used the word rice.

— Tony

2020 Zoom Christmas

In this year of the Pandemic With Racism so systemic The Daily Trumpian Polemic Put us all in quite a panic.

Division, Lies and tactics of fear Until late in November could we finally cheer You could sense we all needed a beer This nightmare end is finally near.

So now from naughty to nice. Here is my humble advise. Stir well your pudding & spice And get ready to throw Maja & Jay some rice.

— Paul

This was the year we all stayed home So we had plenty of time to work on this poem.

This year was too much, this year of the masks It's good to be diverted, by all the Christmas tasks.

This year was too much, pandemic and protests We should take time to remember how we really are blessed.

This year was too much, is this country torn apart? Luckily we've chosen a president with a heart.

This year was too much, we lost some heroes, a few, Like George Floyd, and Maradona, and RBG too.

This year was too much, we find our family far apart But we all made our own Julfest, and that warms my heart.

A sigh of relief, we might be nearing the end. Maybe the new year will bring a nation on the mend. This year's been too much and we're looking for calm Are we all the rice? And the vaccine, the almond?

This year was too much, these months of isolation. Then seeing someone in the flesh, bright total elation This year was too much, but hey — one very bright spot! Nobel Prize for Charlie Rice! (friend to Brian and Scott)

— Jana

Verse form is "Pushkin Sonnet"
Inspired by the Cat Walter (Roommates)

This year there is no place to gather, No library, no class but Zoom, No dining in, as we'd rather Decelerate the viral boom.

Though forced to change 'tis not all pity For we get on like Walter Kitty Who once roamed the great outdoors And now just lays around on floors He eats, then sleeps in sunny places (But him we should not imitate Except in times most desperate) He rarely frets and never paces He sometimes plays with stuff’d toy mice, He has his treats, I have my rice.

— Charlie

The only sound heard In the moonlit room, Was rice being stirred, Slowly with a spoon. They sat unperturbed. This year, just the two. But they'd again be a herd, Soon, with thanks to Zoom.

— Marc

My intro to porridge poetry was "Rice Pudding" by A.A. Milne. "What is the matter with Mary Jane? She's crying with all of her might and main."

Maybe she knew what 2020 had in store. No need to be a bore and recite, with all my might, the series of events we won’t soon forget. Let's celebrate the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel with a bit of doggerel.

Good riddance to 2020 and bring on the inaugural!!

— Karen

I won't do my usual recap of the year Since it probably won't bring too much cheer We all know 2020 was a dumpster fire And reviewing the disasters will make us all tired So instead I'll list the things I'm excited for As I'm hoping 2021 opens some new doors Vaccines, thanks to Pfizer and Moderna, So we can hug a loved one without fear of Corona Kamala and Joe, bringing kindness and brains And in general having less selfish aims Getting on a plane, to go explore Mountains and rivers and pretty sea shores Toasting a pint, at a local brew pub with friends and family, enjoying some grub.

But the thing that I'm really jazzed about —

Is that whether or not I get an almond in my pudding of rice.

Jay and I will say "I do" — not once but twice.

— Maja

2019 Christmas at Marc & Karen's

Another decade done, the fourth of my life; I did some things wrong, I did some things right. I became a lot wiser, a tad more mature; Long days of work, I have been inured. But the number one act of my life this decade Was leaving a note that said my name's Jay That set in motion a series of events That would find us together in a house, a car, a tent A person of one teamed up to make two Let's make it three! So we got a pooch As 2019 closes, I'm thankful for so much For my sight, smell, hearing, and touch For curry with rice, a fine Sunday stew, But most of all, I'm thankful for each of you

— Jay

This year not much notable was done, But I did have some fun, And most days went for a run, And drove the highway one.

Had time for reflection And finding direction Many beautiful sights to see Plenty of the work that sets me free

It's always nice to travel here To get in the Christmas cheer Now the rice is getting near May the almond to my spoon adhere

— Charlie

I remember being home When Dad answered the phone "Kelley Summer House" he said, almost a shout "Summer in, and summer out" And that's true tonight As we enjoy winter light And covet the almond, the goal Within this rice pudding bowl. Some Kelleys couldn't make it, their absence we rue But what can be done, we have to soldier thru This year Eric and Peggy couldn't really roam Their Piper project and work keep them at home. Sierra & Michael will come in a bitty Don't know if they'll be bringing their rice ditty's And Tony, poor Tony, a toothache and more We're hoping he's getting relief from what's sore. I learned a Danish proverb yesterday. I want to work in here As I try to find my way out of this poem As we feast to the season, to those far & near "Where there's room in the heart, there's room in the home.”

— Jana

Usually in these yuletide odes I reflect on all the places I've been But this year — while our trips were overflowing I'm going to talk about the little moments of zen

Like a quiet night of skijorin’ with Musk Or cornhole in our backyard at dusk A crossword puzzle with french toast bake Or a Grain Belt with family at Sugar Lake Cooking a meal with my fave guy Jay Or enjoying a good book on a lazy Sunday.

Because while trips are a blast And adventure calls my name It’s the little things that last For a long time in my brain

And of these small moments every year One of my faves is rice puddin + poems And a table filled with family & good cheer

— Maja

Rice poems of yore Carefully maintained by Jana Year after year, revered like manna And just like manna, re- Reading and remembering brings pleasure divine.

— Karen (got the almond)

My oh my, what more is to fall? First the constitution, then my Arsenal Riots in Algeria, Chile and Iran Iraq, Venezuela and now the Parisian Bigots & Racists & Deplorables with all their vice We probably can't change them even with rice But Greta is shaming us, as well she should We haven't done all that we could. With all of this I need some advice Can I have some more rice and use the word twice?

— Paul

I made it to Arrowhead with presents in tow My departure delayed, left behind my sick beau Leaving early made for easy driving But this night owl is sleep depriving After some snoozing Maja saved the day With a quick inservice in eggnog latte The table is now set, everything looks so nice As we work our way through courses down to the rice The 20-teens march down to the end Merry Christmas to family here and those gathered in Bend

— Tomi

An examination of puddings and porridges, From now and back through the ages; Three famous witches doubled their toil, And let their cauldron bubble and boil, MacBeth's future was foretold, That poor sot wouldn't grow old. Carolers sing a merry Christmas wish, And ask for a figgy pudding dish. They tie their wish for good cheer, To a demand to "bring it right here!" Then Dickens' Oliver asked for a little more, And soon found he'd get "what for"! By now you've probably thought, My, those dishes are quite fraught. But it doesn't have to be this way, Listen close and hear what I say: The trick to make the pudding real nice, Is just cream, an almond, vanilla and rice.

— Marc

Rice is nice.

— Sierra

Decade's Recipe: Math, bears, new countries, long hair, and two cups of rice.

— Michael

2018 Christmas at Bodega Bay

2018 — oh what a year! I’ll try to be concise (Ha!)

Day one: sausage-making on Tina’s new device(s) With hope that our country might avoid a crisis.

At Timbers games, the Army sang with every goal-log slice And I jumped into the Capo Stand with cheers, help, and advice.

Away-day games were enough to entice road trips to Seattle, then to BC (to break routine and eat some poutine!) Despite Border Control searches, it was worth every cent of the price.

We smashed our rivals, not once, but thrice There were shenanigans and trickery And the sweet, sweet taste of victory— All served cold, over ice.

Trips to Oregon coast came twice First to Florence with fam, then Neskowin With faraway friends for a heavenly slice Of beaches, books, good food, and gin.

Karaoke became a Friday night theme, (Though my voice is far from precise) But hey, why not? It adds some spice To everyday life (And gives me a chance to scream)

My ongoing vice of rolling dice... Well, d20s saved my sanity From the depths of orange-tinged inanity An escape into fantasy is quite nice!

December came with a ticket to paradise To watch Char race to meet a stingray, To relax on beaches with sand white as rice.

Bring it on, 2019! I'm 30 now, new challenges await And perhaps some indictments (Fingers crossed for fate) But one thing I know will always be true: Family is forever, so skål... to you, and you, and you.

— Meg

2018 the first year of the pudding of rice You can win a prize not once but twice Once with an almond + one with the bean of coffee

— Tony

Dad and I travelled east, Where we had many a feast: Dolmas, lavash, and shashlik Prepared by Natasha and Garik. Friendly people from all around Gathered at the football ground. Then we flew back to our land Reuniting with the Gamble Clan.

Stingrays slid between our feet, Lobster and Conch did we eat. A mini stay on Cayman— A rare treat for this layman.

And on the dollar of a nation Where the wealthy go to skip taxation. All that glam was well and nice Still I like a simple dish of rice.

— Charlie (got the coffee bean)

Doppit on the stove. Potatoes are being riced, A feast for tonight.

— Karen

The great photographer Jacob Riis Took a vacation in France, in Nice He found the Italo-Franco food nice But his favorite, he said, was The risotto.

— Eric

With the year we've just had (Which made me so mad) I've decided it's time to just think ahead. I'll share with you What I've resolved to do. It's pretty simple... Eat rice and Be nice.

— Nancy

How is college food? One often asks. I say, well You can't eat the rice.

— Michael

Sierra's the one I love In the car she sings like a dove We live together I truly hope it lasts forever

I don't mean to be sappy It's just with her I'm really happy Together we have lots of fun We spend time in the sun

Sometimes you make my face red When I can't get you outta my head This dinner was really nice Now let's eat a bunch of rice

— Matt

A walk on a late winter's night, Through a quiet snowy wood. I saw a light through the trees, And smiled, my journey's end was near. A knock on the small cabin's door. It opened to reveal a friendly face, And a warm fire, and a busy stove. Dopp i gryten, köttbullar and potatis. Later, a porrum and ris krem. It's good to take a walk on a dark winter's night.

— Marc

We shop and buy, ahh... Bodega Bay we pack, arrive Family rice-nice.

— Tomi

I've waited in time Nearly 2 years to find That notorious nut that haunts my mind. I laid in bed With dreams full of dread. I moved to the couch But turned into a grouch. So, I got in my car... And I drove to a bar, Where the bartender said, The secret to life Is pudding with rice And a nut that's calling your name. So stop your whining And get to the finding ‘Cause this poem is getting so lame.

— Kevin

Since last I wrote a poem of rice There have been some changes in my life

For Christmas Marc & Karen got us a collar A dog named Muskie was soon to follow

Many of you may not know though If you want I can show you a Muskie photo

Later Jay & I purchased a homestead Figuring out taxes & mortgages hurt my head

Thankfully mom came out to assist And when she left she was sorely missed

Now we're out in the Golden State Reflecting on the year two-thousand & eight-teen

And while the world sometimes feels like its totally in shambles I'm happy to be sharing rice pudding with Kelleys, Archers, Halls, Sparres, Passantinos, Pratts, Yannettas, and Gambles

— Maja

2018 is ending soon to be precise, We didn't rake the forests so we paid the price, Ha! I bet you thought this line would end in a small, white food item... But sit back, relax and snap in ladies and germs, I've got 26 more lines for you to discern.

Bodega Bay, that's sort of random, But check out that view, sure is handsome. Hosting is hard and hotels are old-school, Motel 6? You must be a fool, It's so convenient having a place where we all can be, This message has been brought to you by AirBnB.

A new job has brought me to a new city, Char and Meg went to the Caymans and it looked so pretty, Maja bought a house as life moves along, At UC Berkeley, Michael majors in ping pong.

Look over there! It's a bird it's a plane, No, it's just 2019 entering the frame, 365 days to erase the "18" on your dates, Paul's just excited about the rabbits he'll get to chase.

Marc and Karen, haven't seen you since totality, Sierra's almost graduated, next step is reality, Nancy is retired and now you are free! If you get hurt along the way, I hear Matt is an EMT.

Eric and Peggy I don't know how long it's been, Tomi and Tony it's wonderful to see you again, Jana and Kevin are you feeling left out? Don't be selfish, food is what this poem is about.

Alright, wrap it up Andy this is getting old, How to incorporate that one word, I've never been told, It really isn't that hard, just let the word pour, Rice is the reason for happiness on December 24.

— Andy

To Bodega Bay, we left the fray To get a sense of peace Celebrations started, ill thoughts soon departed Will wonders never cease We walked in the rain, kind of insane Which inspired me to write this piece Now Gambles & Kelleys are filling our bellies And eagerly await the rice.

— Paul

Where do our memories go as this year is put on ice Stories and images sprinkled across these days like so many grains of rice.

Surely I'll remember this World Cup year Paul & Charlie were off to Russia, so far from here. Three cities, five games, train journeys, from Instagram we learn the latest. Then it ends, and now the whole world knows also knows that Modric is the greatest

The beginning of our Italy trip — no flight — could not have been worse But that was quickly forgotten by the breathtaking scenery on our Dolomite traverse Morocco's magic moments begin with a glass of mint tea, Then off to mosques, casbahs and medinas, camel caravans and tagines, There's much too much to see.

Every year has joyous and tragic reminders that family is dear I'm so glad we've all gathered to share this Christmas cheer

— Jana

Loving life in hippie town Happy to have Matt around Finally turned 21 Now we get to have some fun 6 months left until I graduate Finally have a job I don't hate Also adopted a cat She has really stinky scat My grandpa lost his home in Pleasure— Wait I mean Paradise They lost everything nice And gave me some advice To be grateful to be here with all of you With food aplenty and rice pudding too

— Sierra (got the almond)

2017

Is there anything as nice as Seeking nuts among the rices After savoring the foods from many sources And debating the order of the courses

— Jana

The grain I made was quite bland Made on the stove in a pan But now I have a rice maker So the bowls have much more flavor And it’s no longer made with my hand.

— Jay

A starry night, The soft winter's light. Herring, ham and rice pud, I tell you folks, life is good!

— Marc

It seems this December Not all could remember If it was meats before fish— But there couldn't be one dish For both lutfisk and lingonberries Oh well, at the end it's rice and strawberries

— Charlie

For 5 years now I've lived in the state That was once home to gramma + grandpa Perhaps it was fate I met a nice Minnesota boy We explored a bunch this year Which brought me great joy We skied up north in Remer Then to the Gamble cottage Where everyone has a relaxed demeanor We climbed rocks on the shore of Lake Superior Then in Red Wing, Blue Mounds, & Iowa Which made me even cheerier We biked through the Iron Range Mom and Dad visited Then apartments I did change I got a new job as an investigator To make sure police don't arrest the wrong perpetrator So even though the winters aren't very mild I think I'll stay a while longer In the land of the rice that is wild

— Maja

Cold cuts or Janssons? Followed by the other one Then potatoes I riced.

— Karen

Rice is simmering, potatoes too Mandolin is humming, an onion or two Questions linger, next meat or fish? And is there an almond for next year's wish?

— Tomi

There are storms upon the land The White Castle is but a dump The heroes make a stand Against the evil Lord Trump. For justice we proclaim us In a battle of fire and ice. What has our army to sustain us But a porridge of cream and rice

— Eric (from Santa Barbara)

Trumpland 2017

Well.... Holy cow, what did he say? Ahhh, Jeez.... Quite a year, much fodder for Poems such as these.

Blunder, insults and plunder I just don't know where to start. You can't be blamed for thinking It is all falling apart.

But maybe tonight he'll be visited By spirits, not once but thrice A pleasant thought to ponder As we enjoy our pudding of rice

— Paul (got the almond)

Knew you back in middle school To let you go I was a fool Really glad to have you back Without you, my life's a hack Never thought I'd get to be Part of such a great family Heard about this family tradition Now I'm on a rice poem mission I really enjoyed dinner To be here I feel like a winner

— Matt

This year I moved out of SoCal Turns out I'm a Davis gal Forever now I'll be an Aggie Moved in with my boyfriend — he thinks I'm fun and naggy We've been cooking a lot lately Including chicken and rice greatly Glad to be living so close to family again Grandma is pushing me to start the next gen Happy to be here with all of you Even though we're short a few Now let's end the year nice With family, friends, and rice

— Sierra

2017 Has been quite a year Bad stints a 6 way bypass brought plenty of tears They open my chest with a slice And kept me living as will a bowl of rice About they always say and make it quite clear By being late is why I’m still here.

— Tony

2016 Christmas Eve at Tomi's in Carmichael

To Eugene, to the Trials I went by train, Then ran a marathon at Humboldt Bay My Dad and I saw New Orleans and the Lake Pontchartrain And visited Ross on our way To my team's cross country race In the Sunshine State. We went to a local place And I had the red beans and rice plate.

— Charlie

It's my sophomore year of college I live in Santa Barbara and I've gained a lot of knowledge. I moved into a new apartment, And not doing too well in the dating department. But I know I'm good looking, Who now does all of the cooking. Along with cooking, I've been trying new food I work for a dude who serves some good seafood But it's nice to be back in Sac And have time to unpack and slack Now let's end the year with family, friends, and rice

— Sierra

Welcome Archers, it's hard to believe This is your first Swedish Christmas Eve From broth to cheese, fish and rice A meal with family is always nice.

— Tomi

So much food, So much frestelse. So many things I will say yes-telse. Just can't say no, To the ham and the dopp But after this rice I will say stop!

— Marc

Paella from Spain Potatoes from the ricer How do you serve starch?

— Karen

What is this rice poem? I want to write a nut poem! Isn't that the prize?

— Nancy

I'm thrilled to join this new tradition, With confidence and great ambition, But now I sit and try to rhyme, Committing every trite word crime.

I'm grasping for the perfect verb And sounding more and more absurd, I'm questioning my Lit. degree And mired in self mockery.

Each line is making me think twice; I'm dreading every grammar splice And failing to remain concise... I need some serious advice!

I guess it's time to roll the dice, Give up the goal to be precise, And hope this mess will still suffice To honor such important rice!

— Meg

As years go This wasn't so nice Like stubbing your toe Or choking on rice. Can't listen to the radio Can't watch the TV. News I don't want to know It's soccer and funny pages for me.

— Paul

We ate wonderful rice on our travels far & near And there are good memories in this kinda crap year. Our week in South Carolina went by in a thrice Maja loved her grits, I swooned for gullah rice. We hiked and ate our way thru the Basque land & Spain. Dining on tortilla & paella again and again. But we never found Marc's Holy Grail Maybe next time we'll eat paella with snail. Lastly, goodbye to those no longer with us, we miss them all Here's to Uncle Jan, to Chuck & Joanne, and to dear Uncle Paul.

— Jana

2016 started for me Climbing rocks in Joshua Tree Although I was not overjoyed About being unemployed But then I found some work As a probation officer clerk But soon I hurt my brain When the membrane got inflamed Mom hopped on a flightis To take care of my meningitis She made me mulligatawny With rice and potatoes — it was so nommy. I don't think I'll talk about the rest of the year Because a lot of things happened that caused so many tears. But lets raise a glass, to a hopeful 2017 If we fight hate and spread love, it will be supreme.

— Maja

The almond's fate is sealed, It swims before the rice, In joyful hope that now at last, It's future is in sight. The spoon is swift. The scoop is fast. The bite is like a blur. I'm certain that I have it. Now, I'm not so sure. But why the smiling faces? Oh, duh, it's stuck in my braces.

— Kevin

You know what I've noticed this year? Boys in blue have shared a great sneer

Filbert the Fox defied all odds As Leicester City beat all the squads

Among the greatest, the 108 year curse Where the Cubs showed, just who were worse

I reluctantly bring up the EPL Where the Blue Lions have abandoned their losing spell

DC shares the common hue And hopefully the luck of the almighty blue

Blues have come on top, not only once or twice, but thrice And now it's time to rejoice around the rice

— Michael

It's funny how food brings people together, The memories of these moments will last forever, So many new foods this year has brought, Along with life changing experiences and lessons taught.

New Zealand introduced me to meat pies, Which were satisfying on the belly but not on the eyes.

It was Barramundi in Australia, And it was quite delicious I have to tell ya.

In Spain it was paella and lots of red wine, Which was cheap and delicious and oh so divine.

Fish stew in Portugal, Made my taste buds happy and my belly so full, While it was Yorkshire pudding in the land of the queen, That made my culinary experience in England simply serene.

It wasn't frogs or snails in France, But rather the daily baguette that made me dance.

In Italy I quite inquisitively, Found every gelato spot from the Riviera to Sicily.

And while we're on the subject in the Czech Republic, I hardly ate, I only drank, and I absolutely loved it.

Boy I got hungry in Hungary, Goulash or potato pasta with paprika became my belovedly.

To Israel I went and I didn't tell my parents till the night before, But my tales of the delicious hummus has surely made them want to explore.

So many places and many new faces but one thing is certainly true, Nothing is as lovely as being here and sharing this rice with all of you.

— Andy (got the almond)

2015

This year as I travelled up and down the state Four times I stayed with Mark and Karen which was great In Summer I flew round trip from Oakland to St. Paul Leaving my car at the home of Kelley and Hall On my departure day Mark did me greatly assist (Without his speedy lift, my flight I would have missed) In Fall the fam stayed here to watch cousin Brock marry And as always in the morning shared pancakes w/ Lingonberry This winter we drove up in two cars (Too much I thought, until I blew out my clutch) To a Swedish feast of which we are fond Five courses, the last rice with almond

— Charlie

I must say, we've had a very good year. Despite being told to live in constant fear. Iguanas in Ecuador, Orcas not far. Paté night there, in lovely Montmartre Hiking on the Equator, trekking in snow and ice Just ask the waiter, to bring you some rice

— Paul

When describing Christmas and what's nice about it, The trick is to be concise, don't doubt it So I know I am on solid footing, When I say, "Yay, rice pudding!”

— Marc

It tis the season and I say to you For all the good in life one thing is true The receiving and giving of gifts is nice But getting the almond in your pudding of rice Will bring good luck to make you happy not blue

— Tony

Another year of celebration Chanterelles escape our exploration Will anyone find the almond tonight Or settle for rice and cookies spiced

— Tomi

I told you once I told you twice Keep your mitts Off my favorite rice!

— Karen

We're thanking our Gerd, for the Swedish cheer shared, - a fine finale to the year.

Her kidlets all carry, the traditions so merry. - It's an umber delight to be here.

So spoon us all up the almond of luck, in a pudding of rice & cream.

We are, thanks to Gerd, rather spoiled already + living a Swedish dream.

— Peggy (got the almond)

In Minnesota the rice is wild And thankfully this winter has been pretty mild Around the country there's been news good + bad For gay couples everywhere, weddings can now be had Elsewhere there are protests against the police And Americans continue to be pretty obese The GOP primaries involve a lot of clowning around In the candidate field, not many brain cells can be found As for me - this year I got postcards from my parents abroad While I studied at Hamline, hoping to get a job At the innocence project I worked against wrongful convictions I also investigated crimes in St Paul's jurisdiction Most vacations were spent watching friends + family get married And now we're all gathered, enjoying a traditional meal from Sverige I don't know who will get the almond - uncle, aunt, nephew or niece But we can all raise a glass to everyone's health, and hope in 2016, there's a lot more peace

— Maja

Arroz y frijoles Pollo con salsas moles It's chicken, beans and rice But that doesn't sound as nice As it does in españoles

— Eric

We're eating the rice, it's the end of the year Enjoying the end of the meal, with good Kelley cheer It was one of those years when we weren't much at home To Sacramento and the wider world we did roam. It was special to share some of these travels with Kelleys And with this came good food & drink for our bellies. Marc & Karen came to Ecuador with an old college group It was there that we learned to put popcorn in our soup. We explored the Galapagos, by sea and on shore Then back to the boat for fruit juices galore. Then to France & Paris, where we shared a VRBO With brother Eric and Peggy-O. We loved our 'hood, it sure had it all A fish market, a fromagerie, a boulangerie Paul. Then we hiked in Provence, every day took us far Gourmet food each night (one a Michelin star!) Many drives to Paul's parents, of the I-5 we tire, No sooner home than we head back, to put out another fire. After a few days there, I start to go loony So escape to meet Tomi, for sushi at Mikuni's. We all love this gathering, a statement simple & true So happy New Year to all, and Merry Christmas too.

— Jana

2014 Tomi's house - a 2 almond year

The rains are falling The mushrooms are here. A welcome ending To a very hot year. Retirement has come And the stress is way down. To some in this room This may bring a frown The steps are way up Foreign trips have been planned If you need something done I can now give you a hand But that is in the future And if you want my advice Stay in the present and enjoy Your nice bowl of rice.

— Paul (got an almond)

Traditions I once knew are gone, But this one I was lucky enough to be welcomed upon, Rice pudding poems I still can't write, Maybe one year I'll get it right, Lots of Good food and great company too, And for all that, I say thank you!

— Myla

Between Sac Republic FC winning the USL Pro Championships And the Giants winning the World Series, I became the managing editor in Yearbook, Began my senior year of high school, Got my license, And applied to seven colleges, But not without friends, family, and rice. Because a cup of rice a day keeps Ebola away.

— Sierra

Twas the night before Christmas, when all seemed quite nice. All the Kelleys were scrambling, to find rhymes for rice The presents all wrapped under the tree so near Now we hope poetic inspiration will soon be here We're all nested in chairs Visions of 2014 in the air What to say, what were the haps? It seems a bit gloomy, to discuss for this night-cap. ISIS, Ebola, Putin taking Crimea, GOP victories, oh Mama oh mia. But through these dark thoughts, I see a bright flash In my mind I realize, it's not all such trash. Going to Cuba - no longer a NO And slowly but surely economy grows. The pope is a dear Acknowledging evolution + queers. Malala won the Nobel Prize And minimum wages are on the rise And so right now, we can all exclaim And call our favorite reporters by name. Now Stewart! Now Colbert! Peter Segel and Brian Williams Editors of the Week - Informing the minds of millions! But before I search for the almond I hope to glean I say - Merry Christmas to all! And a happy 2015!

— Maja

On the road to Sac - town, With the family and our stuff, The car is fairly loaded down. Sammy in the back doesn't make a woof She's done this trip not once but twice This month, it's not that rough. But the Christmas meal does more than suffice, For there's plenty of herring and cold meat And dessert of almond in rice! With those tasty dishes to eat We have a shot of aquavit.

— Charlie

Haggis Risotto Lutefisk at the Rijsttafel Did I get the nut?

— Karen

Twenty Fourteen - a year in review Don't worry, I'll only give a highlight or two. First a summer trip to Sverige. We covered the Stockholm-area. From Millesgården to Kalvsundsvik Different Ohlins, each day of the week Then, like the Vikings of yore We went knocking on Scotland's door. But we didn't plunder or pillage Rather we ate our way from village to village Shortbread, haggis, callen skink There's more to Scots cuisine than one might think Also two thousand fourteen is an even year This meant we had the local Giants to cheer. Panda, Romo and Posey - familiar faces still around Peavy, Morse and Panik - the new kids in town After a - nearly literal - heart-stopping game seven SF fans were again in baseball heaven The top highlight of all Through spring, winter, summer or fall Is to be here eating almonds and rice I gotta tell ya, it's really quite nice.

— Marc

A wee bit spoiled, this dog we've got As you know, she's invited on furniture a lot And when she's feeling queasy And her stomachs uneasy We cook her up some rice on the spot.

— Jana (got an almond)

The Giants clinched another World Series win this year While Sac Republic became champions in their inaugural season However, USA could not overcome the dominating Germans this World Cup And high school is finally here I managed to play soccer on varsity Plus read the whole Harry Potter series But unlike Voldemort - I had the capability and opportunity to break my nose P.S. Dear Voldemort: My advice is to eat some rice

— Michael

Michael likes ramen 'cuz it cooks faster Sushi and risotto, Sierra has mastered. Me, I like my rice and pasta too Here's a sample of Kelley Fettuccine for you!

— Tomi

2013 Case of the missing nut

An homage to John Keats - "a thing of beauty is a joy forever"

Pearly, tan, brown, white daily. Even Quotidian

Yet alluring Seductive

Beckoning in its Self-sufficient beauty

As Selene was drawn to Endymion

— Jean

This is the year I hang up my stethoscope. I'll miss constant stress, but somehow will manage to cope At a time when I actually do like this Pope, That nice pudding almond might come to me, at least I can hope.

— Paul

Based on the cremation of Sam Mcgee

Strange things happen in a Kelley home By the chefs who toil + toil Mormor's days had their intricate ways Waiting for potatoes + milk to boil

White Christmas at night, stay awake if you might Then most linger around to see A star thats enlarged, Mary + Joseph do charge To have their wee baby

Now many are traditions from sverige With doppet and cookies galore Anywhere's home with rice and a poem And dinner is never a bore So on this lovely Noel I'd venture to say that missing from today Is enough rain for dad's chanterelles.

— Maja

When traveling in the Siberian land The explorer Dersu would lend a hand By leaving a packet of oil, salt and rice So that other explorers would not freeze into ice.

— Charlie

You can tell it's Christmas time again, The signs are all quite clear. We gather with friends and kin. Who've come from far and near.

The feast is always the same, meatballs, ham and Jansson's Tradition's the name of the game. Change here? Why, that's nonsense.

Well, there was a slight alteration The cheese plate lacked havarti It caused quite a commotion And almost killed the party.

Fortunately, cookies and aquavit. Plus pudding and rice poems Got all of us talking sweet And again we've a happy home

— Marc

Solstice Saturday. Hiking The Presidio Rice poem on my mind.

— Karen

A poem writer on a grain of rice, Is too tiny to use - for must look twice.

— Benny

We gather today to share Christmas cheer Toast wine, aquavit or maybe beer Our table is shy a guest or two. Their grief we know well though their loss is new With a drink in my glass & rice in my bowl A toast to Peg's Mom - to Lois! Skål!

— Tomi

Let's be thankful for this time of year For in each year it happens only once not twice When family and loved ones celebrate with good cheer They give thanks & feast with a joyous dessert of rice.

— Tony

A Moveable Feast

We begin with the long long drive on the I-5 Stopping at Micky D's keeps us awake & alive. We arrive grumpy and carsick and not-at-all perky Marc & Karen revive us with sandwiches of turkey And then it was on to little Christmas Eve Where Marc had a fine crab meal up his sleeve. The evening concludes with a little White Christmas program We awaken to coffee, Swedish pancakes, and lingon jam For lunch Marc & Charlie fetched a pizza of cheese Gotta say we dispatched that with ease. Now to the main event, with umpteen dishes From Jannson's to meatballs to all kinds of fishes. There's ham & mashed potatoes & some sort of green. It's really more meats than you've ever seen. Now to the rice pudding, where the almond we seek Will this be the year my family ends its losing streak?

— Jana

While in the high desert on Xmas Eve Then came the thought tugged at my sleeve 'Call Jana with Merry bright Xmas wishes' And put on hold the dinner dishes But next I blanch'd kwite almond-white When it stuck me that she'd ask me to write A new rice poem this Xmas Eve Whence I, rice - rhyme bereft, did grieve Me thought then once, methought then twice O wherefort art thee – rhymes for 'rice' And then tried twice and e'en quadrice O heck, how now to rhyme with rice?

— Cynthia

2012

My travels this year have been to the 'B's - Breckenridge, Bend and Boston Visits with family and friends Hikes to waterfalls and lakes, Local brews to imbibe and pastries to taste The first presidential debate - could Obama have been more disappointing? Bat the A's and the Giants kept hope alive Fast forward to Oct. 28 and then Nov. 6 - victory was snatched from the jaws of defeat! December 21st and we're all still here, Ready to welcome the brave new year! Christmas with family - what more do you need? A meal for the hungry and rice for a poem!

— Karen

It all seemed so ominous The signs all pointed to it. Natural Disasters all around us. There could have been a President Mitt! According to the Mayan prophecy, The end was awfully near. Everything reduced to History Well, we are all still here. All the Kelleys together so very nice, Ham broth, head and cold beer, Smörgåsbord and pudding of rice Now we have nothing to fear.

— Paul

What is rice? Rice is nothing less than a device. Rice can get you in a casino, rolling the dice. Rice is as white as a newborn mice. But what is rice without some spice. Would you like some ice with that rice? A person that's nice, most likely eats rice But how could this ALL be with the price of this rice.

— Michael

I haven't had rice pudding in a couple of years, That can definitely bring the tears, But this year I'm back To search for the almond that my pudding will not lack, I will take the pig home, So try not to cry and moan.

— Sierra

Of the apocalypse we were warned But we were misinformed. Before that the election game came around We had to 'play it again Sam' we found

Obama turned out to be the man Like any other only more so Patraeus + Armstrong shocked, shocked their fans By being total bozos

And now its Christmas Eve All the usual suspects are here I believe And while the problems of 3 (or 12) people don't amount to a hill of beans on this crazy Earth Let’s put a hill of Rice pudding on our plates, and be thankful for holiday mirth

— Maja

A Rice Poem from someone who never gets the Almond

As the Rice Pudding & Sauce make their way around the Christmas table I'm feeling like one of those British soccer teams who are just never able To rise beyond the bottom of the table.

While a chosen one here will celebrate Some of us always have a different fate. As we linger at the bottom And never ever see the almond Wouldn't I be excited If I could be like Man United Instead I'm more in danger Of being like Queen's Park Rangers Or like Wigan, or Villa, or West Brom, who try every year Yes, history escapes us (and my family too, I fear) The year that I finally find the nut Someone like Ipswich will win the cup!

— Jana

Rice is such a treat, After feasting on fish and meat.

— Charlie

A beautiful day with a bit of a chill Left the trail for chanterelles on the hill All the while rice on the mind And golden mushrooms we're hoping to find Paul and Marc resisted being a glut And I came home with a tick in my butt

— Tomi

Election 2012 has come and gone Much relief that Barack has won. A problem for Mitt was his demeanor Many thought he couldn't be.... meaner Sure it's true he wasn't too nice Word on the street is, he tried to steal the poor’s rice

— Marc

Finding your ticket to paradise, Might just employ a delicious rice, It could be round, it might be square, It's likely pointy but not quite there. It's a lucky scoop, a roll off the dice To fend that darn almond, in a sea of sweet rice.

— Peggy

Now's the time of Christmas greeting Good friends, family and over-eating Jansson's, cheese and gode råd. A better meal you'll ne'er behold Doppet, ham and pickled herring. What great food we've been sharing. Pudding and cookies end our feast, Pass the Tums and red rice yeast!

— Eric

2011

There once were two families apart And at Vikram's their relationship did start Different schools for each But many days at the beach Our friendship became a work of art

This year as Christmas draws near Both families begin to fear Where will we be? Who will we see? States apart from those who are dear

For dinner we might be eating rice We call, we Skype once or twice Its not quite like the past But the future is vast And we won't be pulled apart for any price.

Merry Xmas!
Love,
— Maja (Hood River, OR)

This year in San Diego, If my memory serves me well, I ate a lot of omega's To keep my body swell,

Running in the morn Parking cars at night My body it was worn Down tired alright

In this sunny place We are quite fit Often we would race For the fun of it.

Now here I am this winter With our Nordic Feast A swedish inter- ior of rice and roast beast

— Charlie (got the Almond in San Diego)

Up & down the West Coast we reside The family is scattered far & wide But sharing won't be too bad at all Now that we can Skype y'all

For our extended rice poem forum Looks like Oakland's got quorum

The End

— Jana (San Diego)

Christmas Eve in San Diego, what an unusual place.

No Kelleys, No Halls, No Maja, not even a trace

All throughout the world, everything seems to be coming unglued

Occupy, Protest, the Arab Spring as times inspiring, at times quite rude

But just when I think it's all going to Hell

Coming from the kitchen, Now what is that smell?

Jansson's Temptation, meat balls and pudding of rice

And on the Screen are Halls + Kelleys and even Maja, How nice!

— Paul (San Diego)

Guy walks into a bar on the ginza in Tokyo, Orders sake, chilled. The server says, okyakusama I'm very sorry, but most Of our customers are tourists And the gaijin always want Their sake warm But I guess we could serve your sake on the rocks Well, okay, the guy grumbles And the server calls "Bartender one rice on ice"

— Eric (Oakland)

Kelley Hall Passantino Celebrate with rice & vino 6 of us here Many elsewhere Finding that almond Is now what I care

— Tomi (got the almond in Oakland)

It happened only two days ago But he was a great man so As you talk about rice I would like to express how he was so nice Although my grandpa can't grace us with his presence I know he would enjoy the essence Of your traditional dinner. And hopefully tonight, I'll be the winner

— Myla

Morning on the course, Fog rising over the greens, Like steam over rice

— Karen (Oakland)

At Soop we aim to satisfy, All who come looking to buy, A bowl of chili, chowder or soup. We willingly make substitutes. Instead of noodles we'll offer rice, With a smile, sweet and nice. Of course its brown, come shine or rain, We make it easy to go whole grain.

— Marc (Oakland)

The Swedish Xmas meal tradition seems very nice. The bread + broth the fish antipasta ham potatoes the spice But what? No pasta no quinoa No coos coos yeah Yeah that's right But For dessert you have rice

— Tony

2010 Tomi's House

Last year my sister and I were on the roam, This year the fam's been closer to home, And with the addition of little Sammy-sue The house is sure bustling all day through.

We've had many a fine feast And thanks to dad's poultry supplier Chicken, turkey and geese We have cooked over the fire

But none can compare To the traditional Swedish fare Of salty ham, cheese and fish And that rice pudding dish.

— Charlie (got the almond)

From Bread to rice, a meal complete Family here, always a treat One Kelley missing, some cookies too But we're having fun with a puppy or two.

— Tomi

Oh, oh, R-I-C-E, oh yeah It's alright, oh, it's alright

You know what they say? Life ain't always easy And everyday, we're survivors So forget the day, it's all about tonight Eating rice pudding and reading your poem, your poem ohhhh. Scooping rice puddling til' the almond is found We keep it comin' for the Marzipan pig From Marc's to Tomi's over the years. Scoop it up, scoop it up, mash it up

I'm gonna party like, party like I got the almond!

— Sierra

The Price of Rice

Rice, rice, what is the price of rice? The price of rice is as high of you catching some mice.

If you have lice, you should eat rice With that lice at such a small price How much rice will you eat with that price?

I see some rice at the store but the price is too much, very too much. What will we do with the price of this rice? I'm thinking of eating some rice, With my friend Bryce, And we'll roll a dice To see who buys the rice.

— Michael

June in Minnesota

The views from the Guthries breathtaking Our room at The Roshay is dark

A cruise on Sugar Lake and the call of the Loon Walleye, wild rice and a Grain Belt or two Fireflies and lightning - we slept well that night.

A road trip to Plainfield, Malt-O-Meal at Carlton's front door Brats boiled in beer - who would ask for more?

Charlie marching down the aisle Box lunches in the gym World Cup games amidst packing - will everything be done by 5:00?

Indian dinner - who will foot the bill? Followed by Dove Bars - aren't we all too full? Breakfast in town, a stroll in the Arboretum, Our magical midwest tour exceeded my expectations!

— Karen

I've only done this once before And not sure if I can give much more I tried rice pudding for the first time last year And I enjoyed it, didn't even shed a tear. I'm eager to have it for a second time. But definitely need some practice with this rhyme.

— Myla

In the Winter to visit Maja In the beautiful country of Spain I almost flew to Thailand As her Belly had this pain Charlie graduated in June. A father couldn't have been more proud Paul got his hip replaced soon after, And watched every cup gone shouted aloud But at times seemed so difficult And it seemed hard to think of nice But when it comes down to family You can always count on rice!

— Paul

Traffic in LA was bad But crabs dogs and mushrooms were fab Now we're in sacto Delicious ham - that's a facto And the rice pudding almond's up for grabs

Odds were good last time So the almond was easily mine Now it's tougher Competition's rougher We all want the Marzipan swine

— Maja

The hour is late And a rice poem is needed But nothing comes to mind - I feel quite defeated.

Can't wait to look for the almond In the pudding Sierra made Will someone in our family find it? Will history be made?

— Jana

ODE TO THE GIANTS

We sit here in winter's darkness But still revel in autumn's bliss.

A last day surge past the Pads, Posey's dinger, sent from the gods.

Then came the Braves and Phillies. Lincecum, et al, made 'em look silly.

The SF fans, faithful since '58. Had not much longer left to wait.

The Rangers quick demise, Gave the Giants the greatest prize!

Hurray! For the land of Rice-a-Roni. (Bet you wondered how I'd bring this home-ee.)

— Marc

Ris är fint japanes Livsmedel eller kinesiska Eller å Gumbo från Louisiana Kanske on fin risotto Eller Arroz con Pollo Men på julafton Det bästa är svenska rispudding Med on mandel gömd muti.

— Eric

2009

Travel was certainly the theme for us this year. Opportunities taken, but the expense, Oh dear! But Copenhagen showed a world in the balance may totter Many fine places visited may soon be under water! I say, though, we have good reason for Hope. We finally rid ourself of Bush and Cheney, that dope. And Santa, health care for all would really be nice. But I am just glad I'm with my family eating rice!

— Paul

If it's good enough for half the world It's good enough for us A Swedish Christmas with rice (And not too much fuss)

— Jana

Rice and Almond Two little seeds From Cali and Chinaland So many they feed.

The fertile fields Orchard lands Yearly yields From working hands

Providing our snacks Little Eve paella That beat big marks That's what I say-a.

— Charlie

“Arroz es amable" Or so they probably say In Granada with Christmas cheer. But for the holidays we're here in San Diego, for the first year.

For many adventures I will soon depart But first, before I start. I'd like to say thanks a ton For being the best family ever, bar none.

— Maja (got the almond)

I struggle to find a rhyme, Battling both kin and time. But I understand their eagerness, To get the rice and rest. Pudding so sweet, And cookie treats … Thank you for your patience

— Marc

Seven kinds of rice Which one is good for pudding? What does it matter?

— Karen

Eating rice pudding, this'll be my first time. I was in sort of a panic constructing this rhyme.

— Myla

There once was a musician Jeff Beck Who could make his guitar sound like a wreck Plays a song about pudding made of rice Which sounds very nice An instrumental no vocals? What the heck

— Tony

It might be Jasmine Or perhaps the Basmati Rice, food of winter

— Eric

Driving past rice fields Honkers in flight Sun is setting Almost night Now meal almost finished Tony's first time Myla's turn over So is my rhyme

— Tomi

Thankful for our friends Warm, comforting, and so nice. Nourishing, I like rice

— Jean (got the almond)

The food that's good with spice The food that's very nice The food we crave, it's such a rave Of course the food is rice.

— Benny

When I eat rice I think of Christ He was nice But I don't think he ate rice.

— Richard

2008

Quiet Mind, Quiet house, Rain dripping from the Eves. Wisps of fog among the trees, Brilliant chanterelle gold among the leaves. Swedish traditions bring us together, And poems of rice will last forever.

— Karen

In Ponzi's footsteps, Bernard has made-off, With all the cash. Now worker's laid off Say "It's a crime!"

In these times of financial crisis. It's good that our pudding of rice is, Never sub-prime.

— Marc

Boxes of Mandarins, Rice in the jars Faces of Kelleys Halls, Gambles & Sparres We search for the almond and luck for the year Now a toast to us all for a Happy New Year!

— Tomi

Once upon a midnight merry Dreaming of pancakes and lingonberry Does any remembered childhood meal have such sweet delights?

While I nodded nearly napping Came sounds of presents wrapping Now a new contemplation that of Jansson and his temptation A yuletide meal of celebration Pudding of almond, cream and rice

— Eric

2008 in Review What a year it has been To Iowa and Kansas For Jana then back again. To Minnesota Also visited twice In Portugal We ate Caldo verde and rice. But the economy then tanked, Went into a recession. Some would say A full blown depression. But out of the dark & Into the light. In the U.S., so reviled, Hope took to Flight Everyone I knew Even my Moma Came out to vote For Biden and Obama

— Paul

I may not have gone to Portugal Or anywhere exotic, I was a bit frugal But I've come to the realization That this year I've seen a lot of the nation In the past 12 months of 2008 I've gone to 12 states - isn't that great? Iowa is the home of Grinnell. Running + Studying - it sure is swell. In Minnesota I saw Char + Sugar Lake Then cali for the summer to serve bread + cake The MEC's took a roadtrip on the way back to school Nevada, Utah, Colorado + Kansas, all very cool. I visited Kari in Tennessee The Smoky Mountains are quite a sight to see Cross Country races took me to Wisconsin + Illinois And then we drove to Nationals to watch the Grinnell boys On that trip I added Indiana + Kentucky to my tally. So now I'm back in the nice warm Cali Being with the fam is very nice Especially as we rhyme for the pudding of rice.

— Maja

All hungry from a day on the road We were pleased to reach M+K's abode Soon they cooked us some steaming hot dish Covered all over with ocean shell-fish This welcome addition of Iberian spice. Meant this year we'll have twice the rice!

— Charlie

There once was a young girl named Maja Who decided on college in Iowa When she was awarded big eater Her parents could hardly believe her More than rice, ate that young girl in Iowa.

— Jana

Rice, Rice The magical rice The more you eat The more you're nice The more you're nice The better you'll feel So eat rice with every meal I have been thinking What would life be Without rice And that is the true question This question can never be answered the same for now We have no one to blame But for some reason If we get cut off of this rice We know it was nice While it lasted So if it happens Will our dinner depend On ice and not our delicious rice So let's be nice to our rice.

— Sierra (got the almond)

2 yrs it's been since for Xmas I've been home & even longer since I wrote a rice poem The lights & Smurfs are fantastic to see But being here with you is the blessing to me 5 days off work is what I’d call sweet & seeing my family makes this year complete I realize this poem isn't much about rice But the love in my heart will have to suffice.

— Lauren

Chicken soup w/ rice Can't be called a Christmas dish Lo, thanks for the poem

— Nancy

2007

We get here to laze around More than Phoebe the hound And it feels alright Cause Christmas Eve night We have just one mission To remember tradition We sit still and brood Then eat familiar food Including rice.

— Charlie

Soccer they've said is a simple game Two teams play for 90 minutes And in the end, the Germans win Our Christmas meal lasts longer than that As course after course we share with our kin From broth to fish to meat to rice, we eat There's order and reasons and traditions to meet We chow until we've stuffed our gut And in the end, Marc gets the nut.

— Jana

The time has come for us to perform.
Yes, we must compose a poem.
With a rhyme or theme of rice
And have it whipped up in a thrice.
These are the rules which were set in years gone by.
So now we moan, we struggle, we sweat and sometimes sigh.
Do I invoke a reference to Condi or Garry?
The second's a Rice that's nice, the first is scary.
Or I could use a foreign language I suppose.
Like Gertrude Stein in Spanish it's Arroz is arroz is arroz-
Maybe political events should be my selection.
Like we haven't had enough of NEXT year's election.
But I can't work Barack or Hillary into rice,
And Lord knows, the Republicans are not nice.
Should I talk about Al Gore.
The guy who used to be a bore.
He's trying to stop global warming and all
Instead of corn fuel, he could endorse rice-enol
But I've ignored these options for a poem
And am sticking with something close to home.
A selection from Berkeley's Mike the Poet
(It's with thanks to him, I owe it)
"I like beans, I like rice, I like people who are nice"

— Marc (got the almond)

Haggis is tasty, Hill walking invigorating, Rice at Wee Curry.

— Karen

I've finished my first semester of college So now my head is filled with lots of knowledge I'm learning how to cope in the midwest Though there have been many trials and tests I know that 10 degrees is cold to run through And that ice is slippery, no matter how much traction is on your shoes I learned that politicians want my vote And that during class its important to take notes Also that Iowa has a lot of corn. Which makes me a tad forlorn. Because per year there are over 2 billion bushels, to be precise And I would prefer a portion of that to be local rice.

— Maja

Hiking the Chiricahuas, birding with the Mook Slept in an Irish Castle with Jana and Maja, what a hoot Maja in Argentina, Charlie to China and then to Baja with ERK Traveling only vicariously, as someone has to work. Jana's into running even did the Rock in Roll Paul limps off to the gym, guess soccer took its toll Charlie runs the Nationals, Maja is rookie of the year But she's also voted the biggest eater isn't that just weird Weekends on Fiesta Island, Jordie chasing rabbits n mice Paul, ever alert, saw an Indigo Bunting not once but thrice Eating berlinger k(l)ranger, stringing Christmas lights Finding loads of chanterelles, shining golden bright These are the moments that are especially nice. And of course, don't forget, the poetry of rice.

— Paul

2006

2006's been a tough year for the Republicans They went to the polls and took a thumpin'! Now Rummy's gone. "So long, Satan's spawn!" If only Cheney and Condi would move on. I dream of '07, it's almost like heaven. W. and the Dems must play nice. Will Bush and Pelosi share a bowl of rice.

— Marc (got the almond)

Ay yi yi, me ‘o my, It's time for a Swedish holiday. Ay yi yi, me ‘o my. My eleventh hour poem's come to stay. A little lingering wish For all those w/ a dish, Spoon a little rice Pudding to your lips.

— Peg

From the day we bought this house I could see A vision to Kelley's on Christmas Eve But if not for the help of family + friends The unpacking and moving would never end With three days to go and boxes galore A call went out to the Southern shores Maja answered the call with new LG in hand Traded for cardboard + dustballs from sunshine + sand We worked, we hung pictures, ate curry on rice Where would we be tonight without a niece so nice?

— Tomi

Black Eyed Peas and Kale A favorite combo at Sōōp Black Eyed Peas, Dylan and the Eagles, Really raised the roof at Genentech Black Eyed Peas and Rice. A New Year's Ritual to bring good luck Black Eyed Peas at the G8 Summit An ingredient for World Peace?

— Karen

Over this year's poem I've struggled But all of my words have come out muddled Like it's one house two houses But not one mouse two mouses No, the plural of mouse is mice And the singular of rice is, well, rice. Confound this cursed English tongue, And Merry Christmas every one

— Eric

Living at Carleton was fun and all, Making new friends in a town that's small but after that end-of-the-year cram I was craving some broth from ham At a Kelley home, Far from ice, With a few poems, Before we eat rice.

— Charlie

Isn't it nice that I like rice The good thing is I didn't have lice Even though I didn't have lice I started eating ice And playing with the dice Also I wanted mice, Maybe mice like rice I wanted to make something nice for everyone So I did So please say it's as cool as ice Also swag like rice

— Sierra

Rice is nice But I had to get advice To write something nice And as cool as ice Also we agreed on a price My niece is quite nice

— Brent

Rice is very nice And I hate mice I hope you have a Christmas as cool as ice I tried spice twice and it was quite nice Also the house is quite nice After you guys did some spice to the house

— Kristina

I thought I was going to eat some rice tonight, but the wonderful dinner filled my tummy quite nice.

— Bob

Rice Twice Dice Price Ice Nice Spice Mice Thrice

— Michael

My usual 2 page essay Will be absent from tonight's table Because what I'd like to say In a short verse I'll be able (to)

It’s a comforting thought to me, That wherever in the future I'll be San Diego, Grinnell, or any other places I can always return to Christmas and see these faces We'll always recite our poems of rice And I want to thank you all for that, because it's very nice

— Maja

College tours I've seen a few As we visited colleges for our two Now one is headed off to a red state And the other ones in Blue After we drove thru Minnesota and Iowa And across Wisconsin once or twice But we never visited Texas And they never considered Rice.

— Jana

What a year, this 2006 Let me explain while we still have a few ticks. Off to Study in of all places, Carleton Charlie now knows the cold weird hurts a ton. But not to be outdone by her big brother Maja got accepted early decision to another. An equally excellent midwest college, Grinnell, Their two proud parents think that is just swell. And as we've enjoyed this fabulous feast so nice, Jana and I will prepare for four years of beans and rice.

— Paul

2005

On matters of state security, Things often seem obscure. "Yes" means "No," "Up" means "Down," Real mystery for sure.

For President Bush, when things get tough, One Rice will be a pleaser. To fabricate and proselytize, He calls on Condaleeza!

— Mike

Red Rice, Brown Rice, Rice that is white. Short Grain, Long Grain dark or light. Aborio, Basmati in pudding salad or soup Rice is nice at twice the price! It's another great food group.

— Nancy

The smells, the music, the holiday cheer. We're all happy to have family here But theres something no Christmas should be without And thats man's best friend- the dog, no doubt. At mormors Freddy, Cosmo, and Franny would play. We'd lose lots of frisbees during that stay. We then moved our Christmas to Karen + Marcs Where Jordi + Franny shared many barks. Then Jordi decided to chew up a stair Thats why we now don't bring her there. In Santa Barbara we snuggled with Cosmo We'd pet him a bunch, but he always wanted lots mo'. Now we're having lots of fun with Phoebe Though she never lets her tennis balls leave be. And every Christmas they stay by our side As we struggle with rice poems to share with pride.

— Maja

On the one day Gerd will be particularly missed It should bring plenty of joy to consider this: In the one sport she taught us to play We found the all time best chanterelle spot today So as we carry on this tradition before the rise, All I can think of was not that so very nice.

— Paul

Take a chance, throw the dice Find the almond in the rice Leave the old year behind you In the new will fortune find you. But don't forget the friends that surround you And be grateful for the love that's found you.

— Eric

Ode to Gerd

"Rice is nice" And will undoubtedly delight. - But Gerd might have suggested If given the choice chanterelles would have bested.

— Peg

There was a young lady from Stockholm Who had a favorite rice poem

It was maybe once or twice She said "rice is nice"

Our wonderful mom from Stockholm

— Jana

A year of many firsts, I'll share but just a few The White Sox won the series (Hell must have frozen over) A family wedding in Athens- They throw rice mid-ceremony, we learned And a Christmas Eve hike yielded an amazing array Of mushrooms & chanterelles For all my friends and family!

— Karen

On a walk through Redwood Park One of us lets out a bark But this time it isn't Phoebers Instead its dad with mushroom fevers “Bolera, bluit and chanterelle” But quiet so no other can tell So many we can all eat thrice If we've got room after all the rice

— Charlie

On a hike in the hills today we went, Along the trails we walked, almost heaven sent. There we spied in the underbrush Quite the fungus treasures, it gave us all a rush. We wandered through the woods, under a spell. I think it was the curse of the Were-chanterelle. We hunted and we gathered. We worked quite the lather. But before we can enjoy our hallowed shrooms In my belly I must first make some room For now it's filled with many things nice. Janssens, herring, ham, and of course, the pudding rice.

— Marc (got the almond)

2004

Running toward the finish line, of 2004, it sure has been fine I take a quick glance behind me

And I'm thinkin: gee! I've run through a lot And I haven't been caught By what, I don't know Nor do I know where this poem will go I'm stumped here on Christmas Eve

At a loss for words, I do believe But I sure am glad we have tradition And if I were put under inquisition

I'd say my favorite one of all Isn't shoppin with y'all Or eating a Christmas cookie Or even giving the tree a Christmas lookie No, my favorite one Is the rice poem (when it’s done) And sitting around the table Each of us telling a rhyming fable

And so we try to get the almond—thats the deal And when someone does—they'll probably squeal

— Maja

Santa is on a flight this night Santa's reindeer lifts Santa's sleigh After their done they get to play When the reindeer are tired of playing they can be laying down in their home The reindeer's bed is foam On Christmas morning we open our presents and there's rice.

— Sierra

Rice Mice.

— Michael

Once, Twice, Thrice, Michael will not eat any rice Once, Twice, Thrice, I'll be surprised if Sierra tries some rice. Once, Twice, Thrice, I always enjoy eating rice.

— Bob

Christmas is near, But my mind isn't quite here, whenever I hear "God Jul," I start to druel, and I think of rice, with an almond, that would be nice

— Charlie

Maurice Sendak said it once He said it twice He said it thrice He said "Chicken Soup with Rice."

— Jill & Eliza

I'll have to let the video record speak for me since my poem was neither planned nor remembered.

— Clyde

This food is grown from America to Asia, And in places that would amaze ya! It's found in most every cuisine, In Hong Kong hawker stalls and Mexican canteens. In puddings from Sweden and paellas from Spain. Can you name this special grain, That tastes quite okay, With sugar and spice. As Ken Jennings would say, What is Rice?

— Marc

There once was a man named Bryce Who fell through a hole in the ice A herring came & saved him Bryce caught & filleted him And served him up Pickled on rice

— Eric

Trekking to Machu Picchu On trails made by Incas Sharing meals in a tent And drinking some chicha

Snow covered mountains And ruins galore How could we possibly want for more?

Our final dinner On a night to remember A condor carved from a cucumber Nestled on a cloud of rice.

— Karen

Four Seasons have passed
But it's back at last
Oh What a Night
This Christmas Eve
We all have rice poems
Up our sleeve

Christmas with all of you
Is Just Too Good To Believe
We left the Sherry out of the rice
But the almond's there, and it's the prize.

— Jana

If you give the Kelley's some cookies, they'll think how good some coffee would be so they'll ask you for a cup While you're brewing the coffee, it will remind the Kelley kids of after dinner coffee in Germany So they'll ask you for a piece of candy. Thinking of candy will remind them of Marzipan pig after Christmas Eve dinner Thinking of Christmas Eve will remind them of rice pudding And... If you give the Kelley's some rice pudding They'll want some cookies to go with it.

— Tomi

The yule is almost here And the year 2005 is near. But when I first glance back, I nearly suffer a heart attack. How could our country be so full of it. To re-elect that Texas Village Idiot. Oh well, but then I soon realize The world won't immediately vaporize. I need to be positive, we've got to move on. We need to enjoy life before much of it is gone. There is fun to be had at not much of a price. For instance, wishing for an almond in this bowl of mushed rice.

— Paul

2000

This year has brought us lots of fun All over the place we had to run To Bend Oregon skiing in the snow We wanted a day off, The answer was no Then backpacking, breaking our back Tons of mosquitos, small dots of black Next was the dude ranch From walking to loping All of the soreness was the only part of coping From horses to mosquitos to ice All I wish for is a bowl of rice

— Maja

A sushi treat is always nice But only when there's sticky rice Other ingredients, well they're cool too But sometimes they just taste like goo Sushi is a welcome treat Something that I love to eat With avocado, crab and fish Sushi is a lovely dish But the fact that it's so nice Is mostly due to sticky rice.

— Lauren

Santa is a really fat guy If you listen I'll tell you why He filled his bowl twice Full of hot, steaming rice And ate it in the blink of an eye

— Charlie

Was this year or last The end of the millenium? I don't care to agree Or quarrel with any'un What matters is those We hold close and dear And nights such as this Full of our warm Christmas cheer, And though the 'niners will Miss the great Jerry Rice, How often can one celebrate A millenium twice?

— Eric

An end of a millenial year both nice and scary We're saying goodbye to the Rice that's Jerry, But tonight we say hello again to a friend that's good'n, Tasty, that's Rice that's puddin'.

— Marc

Condeleeza Rice She'll be serving policy, I'm serving pudding!

— Karen

Sierra learned some traditions this year Baking, cooking and eight reindeer If only she could learn to eat rice But to her, pepparnötter can easily suffice.

— Tomi

The Kelley's are all here, Gerd, Jana, Eric, Marc + Tomi. It's that time we all hold dear; The reading of our rice poem.

It's been quite a year and now the Century is gone.

From a President appointed after an election so long.

To violence erupting and Peace seemed long gone.

The Forests went burning Everything seemed so wrong.

But to be bummed is one thing, to be depressed I'd say hardly. After all I still have Jana, Maja and Charlie.

— Paul

And so it fell upon Karen & Marc Who offered their home once on a lark Now Christmas Eve's been here twice From the ham broth to the rice A toast to the hosts! Hark!

— Jana

Oh, how I forgot about the rice. It would have been so nice if everybody forgot the rice!

— Bob

In Florida, as we all know, the people like to count. No matter what the subject, they need to know amount.

Dinnertime in Florida is always quite complete. They count not just the courses but oh the food they eat.

Two chops, four beets, 10 long green beans, 4,000 grains of rice, the rice, of course, if so much for, they have to count it twice.

— Mike

1999

As we are sitting eating our rice There could be some mice eating rice and playing dice

— Charlie

The Kelley's arrive from far & near The call of rice brings us here To Oakland this time, a different place It's Karen & Marc who've offered their space Traditions continue with faces new Like Noah, and Michael (and of course Jordi too) It seems like forever since the almonds come my way Maybe today'll be the day.

— Jana

With the new millenium coming, Things are out of whack. Winter seems like Summer With the heat that Summer lacked The Dead aren't playing New Years The 'Niners haven't won. The Nomads won the tournament The Tidal Wave early done. Republicans Cracked Willie Brown (That must have been so hard) Christmas Eve in Oakland Town Does Santa know this Yard? I need something stable Something traditional would be nice Perhaps the I'll get the almond In the bowl of pudding + rice!

— Paul

A Millenial Night Before Christmas With apologies to Clement Moore.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all though the house Not a computer was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the modem with care, In hopes that eChristmas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Pokémon danced in their heads; And mamma with her laptop tucked in her lap Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out of my hard drive there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the computer I flew like a flash, Opened up Netscape and emptied the cache.

As the desktop of my screen started to glow There appeared a scene of new-fallen snow And an animated GIF began to appear Of a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively & quick, Not Microsoft I knew, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than T-one, his cursors they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now Amazon! Now eBay, now Yahoo and C-Net, On Buy.com, on Jennicam, MSN and ATT-Net. As I clicked the mouse and was scrolling down, Out from the printer came St. Nick with a bound.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, To the table laden with cookies and candy, And pudding and milk, he thought it was dandy.

And laying his finger and clicking the mouse, Up the up-link he flew and out of the house. But I heard him exclaim, as through the ether he flies, "Happy Christmas to all, and thanks for the rice!"

— Eric

This years Rice grew so nice but next years rice will not suffice without the water for the rice.

— Bob

Rice pudding didn't give me an almond last year, But still good luck has followed me here. The birth of my son is rather inspiring But my mind is blank—I fear I'm tiring. No pudding, just milk, but soon I fear he'll Trade it all in for juice and rice cereal.

— Tomi

With bananas or blueberries, Apples or plums He always says, "More please, yum-yum" Morning and night, He eats it twice Noahkee and his bowl of rice Cereal.

— Sarah (got the almond)

Falling rain or snow Water from the sky so grey Perhaps it is rice?

— Karen

My favorite way is stuffed with treats And wrapped with seaweed, Oh so neat Sashimi leaves me with the need For more delicious rice, You see!

— Martin

What would happen (on Christmas Eve) If in Marc and Karen's pantry there were mice, And those mice found the rice, And they thought it tasted nice? And what if those mice came back more than twice. Would the rice pudding be gone? What would we eat? Would it only be meat? Well we are lucky that did not happen, And now — will say his/her poem And so on until we are...

— Maja

My herring-fueled muse has run away, And kept his poems for another day, I tried to write a Women's World Cup ode, ("With Mia's Hamm + Rice or Briana's Rice Scurry) But all I'm left with is this, Because you made me hurry!

— Marc

1998

"See you in Sweden" Is what we all said. And we did, except Bob Who kept calling when we were in bed. But this is Sweden, too As we search our rice for the jewel Merry Christmas to all And to all a God Jul.

— Jana

Springtime with the bear, deer antelope & sheep. Summer in Ohlins' Sweden and light when you went to sleep. Fall to Oregon Fishing, caught some steelhead so nice. Winter is Christmas, all the Kelleys eating rice.

— Paul

Paul wants Brilliance He expects it tonight! Not much chance he'll get it As I'm not feeling too bright!

But I'll try to add spice, For it's Christmas Eve And a poem of rice Just has to appeal.

— Karen

We've been tracking Santa's Trail, From the North Pole we've watched him sail, Thru Asia and Australia and New Zealand Then he hit India and great Siberian Wasteland Before heading Europe, on south to Africa and then America (South) He tried to fly secretly thru Chile but Norad opened its mouth. After refilling his sleigh at his home in the North, He set about finishing his course. To Nova Scotia, then to Maine. New York, so many people, what a pain After crossing the states and b4 heading to Alaska He said to Gerd, "I've a favor to ask ya. Can I stop by your house in Novato twice, So I can get a second helping of rice?"

— Marc

Roses are red, Violets are blue, If I eat this rice pudding My stomach is going to be singing the blues.

— Bob

As we sit here and eat our rice I think of Sweden, cold as ice.

— Charlie

'Tis not the star of Bethlehem or David Whose light o'er the land is raised Nay, the orb whose light the land doth menace Is known the world o'er as the Starr of Kenneth Of William's failings tales are heard And Kenneth Tripps on every word In the New Year will William's fate be known Will he survive or be o'er thrown? For every folly there is a price. You'd think they'd have learned with Donna Rice.

— Eric

While Bob Dole touts Viagra's pill And Clinton's fate is unsettled still With Baghdad bombed to Hell & gone When will we see a clear, calm dawn? It's reassuring & so nice That at least once each year we are able To depend on rice at this stable table.

— Anita

Santa's coming the kids can't wait I think about how he's over East Coast States

There's things to do before he arrives We better hurry As fast as he drives Let's take our servings after rice poems Get ready for bed Before he's over our homes

The morning will come Presents under the trees With all children saying "Can we go open them PLEASE".

— Tomi

1997

Obviously, I've struggled with my muse. My, how I've been confused. First, I thought of spoofing Spice Girls, But wasn't sure if they were nice girls. Then I thought of our friend Latrell, Who, it appears wasn't feeling well. Maybe he wouldn't have choked his coach twice, If his diet had included more rice.

— Marc

Freud often said Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar And I've often said Sometimes rice is just pudding.

— Karen

Another year has come around, With friends and family we all sit down To Christmas dinner large and varied And through it all, we never tarried. And though our finish is quite ricey, I think it will do quite nicely.

— Eric

I pay a price To eat this rice. A poem short And not too nice. I hope, dear friends, It will suffice.

— Sarah

Some say life is like a bowl of rice. For others, it seems, it's sticky rice. Today it's clear, at least to me, It is not wise to be rice-free.

— Martin

A Toast to Rice

Here's to Sierra's very first Yule And to Maja's missing front two Here's to Charlie's great heart of gold And to Jana's missing presents for the cold Here's to Marc & Karen, Bob & Tomi And to Eric for getting that Christmas Tree Here's to Martin & Sara, Anita, Carol & Howard a tradition so nice And of course to Gerd, for this meal and this pudding of rice.

— Paul

Sitting next to the fire to warm my toe icicles While dogs and cats chase imaginary micycles And children dream of Christmas bicycles Soon they tear up the streets with skateboards No longer pedalling little green tricycles We've graduated at the Kelleys to poems of cream & Ricycles

— Carol

A silo of rice is so very nice a meal here, a meal there you can get by with rice anywhere.

— Howard

The dreaded rice night doth arrive Can I a clever poem contrive? Or will I, brain dead, in disgrace, Sans rice, sans almond depart this place?

— Anita

The rice awaits As we sit and ponder The wind howls Outside and yonder. One by one We begin our refrain And I think of Jan And his lobster and champagne.

— Jana

Here's to rice For it has brought us together. Oh how nice!

— Bob

We played 6 games in the rain and ice We struggled some, but our team won Twice I travelled all the next day, but it was worth the price To have Christmas with Mormor, and eat her rice

— Charlie

Brice my friend eats rice with mice. The mice have lice so Brice never gets any rice. Then Brice said to the mice with lice "Please be nice and let me have some rice. With teeth so big you eat like a pig." Then the mice with lice said "may we have your bed" And Brice said "If I can have some rice!" And then Brice said she wanted her bed back.

— Maja

Almond Winners

Year Winner
1999 Sarah
2005 Marc
2006 Marc
2007 Marc
2008 Sierra
2009 Maja, Jean
2010 Charlie
2011 Charlie (in SD), Tomi
2013 (missing almond)
2014 Paul + Jana (2 almonds)
2015 Peggy
2016 Andy
2017 Paul
2018 Sierra
2019 Karen
2021 Tomi
2022 Jay
2023 Charlie
2024 Michael
2025 Karen