When I turn ninety, I expect a party. I want costumes and music and dancing. We’ll tell jokes and funny stories and embarrass each other royally. I want every generation living to come and spend the day with me, and some not so living (ghosts will be welcome).
When I turn ninety, the menu will be lasagna, and cake, and ice cream.
When I turn ninety, I want you to rent a horse so I can go for a ride.
When I turn ninety, I want to give away all my books to all my guests.
I want to wear toe socks and my very best hat that doesn’t match anything I own.
When I turn ninety, I may not have all my faculties – or even all my teeth – so treat me kindly, and make me laugh.
When I turn ninety, I want hugs from everyone – just don’t spill my wine. It’s probably the only glass of wine I’ll get in my nineties!
When I turn ninety, I want Hallowe’en candy and Christmas decorations and all the fine china set out (and who cares if a piece gets broken?).
When I turn ninety, I expect a party. I want costumes and music and dancing.
When I turn ninety.
Jaci Dawn 
You got, you’ll get there before me so I’ll do my best to dress for the occasion. BTW. . Nice poem.
I have only one week and five years to go. I think I should party at 85 and each successive year just in case God calls me home sooner. Wine sounds good for each party; I prefer red but others may want a choice, so we will stock a selection. Love Uncle Mike
I love you! 🙂 ♥