'Twas the month before Christmas
And all through the house
The storage was low
Hardly crumbs for a mouse.
The shelves were about empty,
Oh, what a plight!
The wolf’s at the door,
And no money in sight.
All the children were nestled
To keep warm in their bed,
Hoping that before long
They'd surely be fed.
The prophet had counseled
“Each one be prepared,”
We had procrastinated the day,
Why hadn’t we cared?
ALAS! “Twas only a dream,”
But that didn’t matter
I jumped from my bed
Making an awful loud clatter.
Away to the basement
I flew like a flash,
Stumbling over boxes and bottles,
Along with some trash.
As I surveyed my storage,
With eyes all aglow
The security of filled bottles
All straight in a row
Filled my heart with a warmth
And my eyes with a tear
To think I had food
to last us a year.
This feeling of warmth
And security too,
Is what we as your friends
Wish for you.
So put gifts of storage
Under each Christmas tree
For those on your list,
Is our warmest plea,
Give honey, give sugar,
Give flour or wheat.
Give milk, give salt,
Give something to eat.
And you’ll hear them exclaim,
When Christmas is here,
“Thank-you so much,
It will be a good year.”
Author unknown (If you know, tell me :-) )
Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas!
from my friend Liz Richards
This is where I will share things that I found amusing, inspirational, interesting, thought-provoking, but that are less personal than my blog-journal.
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Thanks, Elaine L!
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