Hi everyone
I received this in the email through another list and thought all might
enjoy it.
I wanted to say Thanks for all the help you folks have given me in my
search for King and Kriegh families and to wish you all Merry Xmas and
Happy New Year
God Bless
Louise
Genealogist's Christmas Eve
(Twas the Night Before 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 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 such
Were proof that my work had become 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 such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such
thrills, While others bought gifts to bring Christmas
cheers, I'd spent 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 yanked up the sash.
When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and with eight small
reindeer. Up to the house top the reindeer they
flew, With a sleigh full of toys and 'lo Santa Claus,
too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two
hoofs, As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the
sash, Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!
"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a
wreck, And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his
short neck!) Spotting my face, good 'lo 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 amusement--the cover it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
"While the elves make the sleighful 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 folk 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 his exclaim as he flew out of
sight, "Family history is Fun!
Merry Christmas!
Goodnight!"