MERRY CHRISTMAS

Christmas 1998

It’s December eight, Nineteen Ninety-eight,
So, lest I be late, Or thought an ingrate,
I must wake my bard, who's been in retard,
And though it seems hard, Send out this card.

Our kids were all here in the fall of this year,
Which brought enough cheer to make this year dear.
Tho Mom has been ailin', and Pop has been wailin’.
And some things are failin’, it’s mostly smooth sailin’.

Three meals on the table for all who are able
To eat food with no label, that keeps us quite stable.
We limp when we walk, forget when we talk,
But still we don’t balk when the Lord says “Walk”.

For all these good things that Love to us brings,
In symphony ring as God’s angels sing
Of that time by close by, when a Babe’s low cry,
Says Christmas is nigh, SO WE SAY, 'HI'