Thursday, December 11, 2008
Labels: Christmas Poem
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
To his team which then rose like the down of a thistle
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"FAMILY HISTORY is FUN! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
Thanks to Mary Campbell. Author unknown. Click to read the complete poem.
Posted by Watchman at 6:37 PM