| DECEMBER |
| Christmas is Remembering... By Hilda Butler Farr Christmas is remembering... The road to Santa Claus, The blessed time of childhood, That meant so much...because. Of fairland array, When all the world was laughter, And life was only play. Christmas is remembering... A tree ablaze with light, The family gathered closely And knowing deep delight Exchanging gifts and sharing, The gaiety and song The star the festive season... Each time if comes along. Christmas is remembering... our friends and family far and near, By giving and recieving, a seasons always dear. The mistletoe and holly, As scarlet tapers glow, The Christ child in a manger... so very long ago. |
| The Gift By Grandpa Bob Tucker "Twas a glorious Christmas, all would agree," Mom thought as she sat adorning the tree. The dished done and the hordes tucked away, She viewed the gifts she had been given that day. The crystal pitcher was sight to behold, That brand new cologne, a bracelet of gold. Her gorgeous clothing she will love to wear, A fancy red comb to adorn her hair. One object stood out, was her grandest prize, She held in her hand, as tears filled her eyes. Here favorite gift, from her child, age six; A napkin holder, of popsicle sticks. |