FW: Christmas
by Victoria and Robert McLacklin
I enjoyed this, hope you do too.
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From: Susan McIntyre [mailto:sbmc@mich.com]
Sent: Monday, December 18, 2000 1:14 PM
To: YOUNG-L(a)rootsweb.com
Subject: [YOUNG] Christmas
This was on the Alexander message list and it was too good not to share
- Susan McIntyre
A GENEALOGIST'S CHRISTMAS
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas
> When all through the house
> Not a creature was stirring,
> Not even my spouse.
>
> The dining room table with clutter was spread
> With pedigree charts and with letters which said:
> "Too bad about the data for which you wrote
> Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
>
> Stacks of old copies of wills and the such
> Were proof that my work had become much too much.
> Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
> While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
>
> And I at my table was ready to drop
> From work on my album with photos to crop.
> Christmas was here, and of such was my lot
> That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
>
> Had I not been so busy with grandparents' wills,
> I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills.
> While others had bought gifts that would bring Christmas cheer,
> I'd spent my time researching those birth dates and years.
>
> While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
> A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
> Away to the window I flew in a flash,
> Tore open the drapes and I yanked up the sash!
>
> When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
> But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
> Up to the housetop the reindeer they flew,
> With a sleigh full of toys, and 'ole Santa Claus, too.
>
> And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
> The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
> The TV antenna was no match for their horns,
> And the roof was covered with hoof-prints adorned.
>
> As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
> Down the cold chimney fell Santa ... KER-RASH!
> "Dear" Santa had come down the roof in a wreck, And tracked soot on
the
> carpet (I could wring his short neck!).
>
> Spotting my face, good old Santa could see
> I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.
> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
> And filled all the stockings (I felt like a jerk).
>
> Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy;
> When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
> He spied my research on the table all spread
> "A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red!)
>
> "Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
> As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
> I gazed with amazement ... the cover it read
> "Genealogy Lines for Which You have Plead."
>
> "I know what it's like to be a genealogy bug,"
> He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
> While the elves make the sleigh full of toys I now carry,
> "I do some research in the North Pole Library."
>
> "A special treat I am thus able to bring,
> To genealogy folks who can't find a thing.
> Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
> I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
>
> 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!"
Nancy Alexander
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