Genealogist Christmas Poem
It was late Christmas Eve; the place was all set,
For the visit from Santa, my goals were all met,
I went to my the office to work on my tree,
You must understand I’m a genealogist you see,
I was working away and getting no where,
When I heard a noise and got up to see who was there.
I rounded the corner, and what did I see?
It was the jolly old elf, he was waiting for me!
He was sitting in the rocker, quite comfy it seemed.
“I came here to see you” he said, and just beamed.
I know who’s been bad, and I know who’s been good,
I’ve come here to see you, even though I’m not sure I should.
This house has more children then ever I’ve seen,
I don’t mean in age, its attitude I mean!
Your husband believes in Santa, like every young child,
And you stand beside him, even when you think he’s wild!
I know that you have one vise you do for yourself,
“Your family doesn’t share it” said that jolly old elf.
“I have one more gift in my little pack,”
And with that, he reached into his bright red sack.
He handed me a paper, written upon it a name,
At first I didn’t get it and ask him to explain.
He asked was I slipping or did I not know?
That’s when it hit me, how could I be so slow?
The name was of family, one missing branch of my tree,
No better gift could he have given and it was for me!!
It was at the very moment, I kissed him right there,
The kindness he had shown me was more than I could bear!
So all these years I kept quiet, not one word of it did I say,
And just so you know, I still have that piece of paper by the way!
So now you’ve heard my story, it was written for just you,
Since you do genealogy, I know you would understand too!
Author, L. Heintzman
Merry Christmas
2010
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