What My Dad Taught Me
He taught me that onramps were made to be fast—There’s no speed limit, you can just hit the gas!
That noodles can challenge what pasta should be,
As thick as your thumb is the tastiest to me.
To play like a 9-year-old boy, full of joy and delight,
Spinning tops with your grandkids, from morning to night.
That a mustache is best when it's just a bit messy—
Especially if it smells like Diet Cherry Pepsi.
To fight off the bees from the trampoline poles
Pants falling down, but no way you can fold.
Stay fierce and determined—no bug can defeat,
Even with shorts ‘round your ankles and bees at your feet.
He taught me that car hoods weren’t just for the drive,
They are where some Christensen kids became alive.
And during family photos, without any disguise,
Give your honey a squeeze, right in front of their eyes.
He taught that rock and roll peaked with Zeppelin above,
Especially the song All of My Love.
That Aerosmith, Van Halen, and REO in their prime,
Are better than anything you’ll hear in our time.
To have Malt-O-Meal breakfasts before the first day of school,
A warm bowl full of marshmallows, now that’s the Christensn way to fuel
That Aerosmith, Van Halen, and REO in their prime,
Are better than anything you’ll hear in our time.
To have Malt-O-Meal breakfasts before the first day of school,
A warm bowl full of marshmallows, now that’s the Christensn way to fuel
To build life-like pinewood derby cars that will probably be beat,
But they'll turn every head and look impossibly sweet.
To cheer for the Broncos, full heart, no remorse,
The “Orange Crush” defense was his guiding force.
To take family road trips in a white twelve-passenger van,
Singing, laughing, and rolling - just like our Christensen clan.
He wore Nikes and overalls while tending the yard,
Tackling every project, no matter how hard.
n Sundays he’d strut with a fedora so neat,
Add a Jerry Garcia tie, and he was complete.
He’d take us for Dunford donuts, the boys in the back,
A sweet little stop, an early morning snack
He was always up early, with the flags to be done,
Devoted to helping, he made service feel fun. (Kinda lol)
He’d brag to his friends of how we were so alike,
as I Drifted full speed on my little tikes trike.
Never once clipped the counters, not even a snag,
A story he would tell, so proud he would brag
He’d listen for hours to my car’s latest squeak,
Or help with math homework when answers looked bleak.
He might not have known the fix or the key,
But he taught me to slow down and think patiently.
He loved what he did—kept our country secure,
An engineer of defense, humble and pure.
Wires and circuits, silent missions he led,
Keeping all of us free, sheltered and fed
We had long talks, in green rocking chairs,
Where silence could speak and peace filled the air.
He knew that the soul needs stillness to mend,
And time with your true love—that’s joy without end.
He showed me that Christensens can do hard things,
And face every challenge that each new day brings.
Like Santa he brought joy, laughter and smiles
Like Jesus he served, and helped us get through our trials
In quiet moments, sometimes I look out and stare,
and think within my heart,” Dad, are you there?”
"My son," he calls as the chills roar around,
I feel his warm love, and I know I am found.
He taught me all this, and more lessons indescribable,
With a love that’s eternal, constant, and reliable.
So till the day we meet again, When all have a risen,
I’ll strive to become like my fathers in heaven.
But they'll turn every head and look impossibly sweet.
To cheer for the Broncos, full heart, no remorse,
The “Orange Crush” defense was his guiding force.
To take family road trips in a white twelve-passenger van,
Singing, laughing, and rolling - just like our Christensen clan.
He wore Nikes and overalls while tending the yard,
Tackling every project, no matter how hard.
n Sundays he’d strut with a fedora so neat,
Add a Jerry Garcia tie, and he was complete.
He’d take us for Dunford donuts, the boys in the back,
A sweet little stop, an early morning snack
He was always up early, with the flags to be done,
Devoted to helping, he made service feel fun. (Kinda lol)
He’d brag to his friends of how we were so alike,
as I Drifted full speed on my little tikes trike.
Never once clipped the counters, not even a snag,
A story he would tell, so proud he would brag
He’d listen for hours to my car’s latest squeak,
Or help with math homework when answers looked bleak.
He might not have known the fix or the key,
But he taught me to slow down and think patiently.
He loved what he did—kept our country secure,
An engineer of defense, humble and pure.
Wires and circuits, silent missions he led,
Keeping all of us free, sheltered and fed
We had long talks, in green rocking chairs,
Where silence could speak and peace filled the air.
He knew that the soul needs stillness to mend,
And time with your true love—that’s joy without end.
He showed me that Christensens can do hard things,
And face every challenge that each new day brings.
Like Santa he brought joy, laughter and smiles
Like Jesus he served, and helped us get through our trials
In quiet moments, sometimes I look out and stare,
and think within my heart,” Dad, are you there?”
"My son," he calls as the chills roar around,
I feel his warm love, and I know I am found.
He taught me all this, and more lessons indescribable,
With a love that’s eternal, constant, and reliable.
So till the day we meet again, When all have a risen,
I’ll strive to become like my fathers in heaven.
Great job, Sport. You are amazing!
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