Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house A father was resting, a son, and a spouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Grandma sat vigil, while saying her prayers;

The children were restless all up in their beds,
While memories of dad danced in their heads;

And mamma sat worried, with little to wrap,
With her heart full of sorrow, she heard a small rap;

She went to the door, to see who was there,
I think it was Santa, and eight tiny reindeer;

For although times were sad, and dad was real sick,
The kids got a visit, from their personal St. Nick.

Friends of their parents, those far and those near,
Had made sure the kids, had a bell they could hear.

 
 
Thank you to everyone who has made the Cromack Family Christmas just a little brighter.