This is a poem that my Mom wrote about me when I was a little girl.
It pretty much captured who I was then, and is still true today:

The Last Noelle

You know that joyous carol of
"The First Noel."
Well! . . .
Have you heard of

"THE LAST NOELLE?"

She's a seven-year-old wonder
With demon-lit brown eyes . . .
A raven-haired angel . . .
(Strictly in disguise).
She's a pig-tailed cowpoke
Ridin' shotgun on a stage
She's a world famous 'cellist
On a concert stage.
She's a chicken chasin' fox,
A rabbit chasin' hound . . .
A dramatic Sarah Bernhardt . . .
a three-ring clown.
She's a contemplative Buddha . . .
An effervescent joy.
She's a sweet be-ribboned lady . . .
She's a wild tomboy.
She's a tease and a tornado
Running up and down the stairs.
She's a humble child of God
Whispering her prayers.

What will she be tomorrow?
One can never tell.
I know for sure though
She's

THE

LAST

NOELLE!!