Christmas memories

[Pyrate Jim]

Little background, this was written by my younger sister for Xmas 2012. She's a bird lover so geese and chickens all have names...Apparently based on a true story on a farm in Virginia.

Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring...well, maybe a mouse.
The Stockings were lost in the packing last year, along with poor Santa and all his reindeer.
The children were up when they should be in beds, playing video games that mess with their heads.
Ma in her PJ's and I in my cap, we just wanted to lie down and take a good nap.
When out in the yard, there arouse such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door, I flew like a flash, tripping on clutter and knocking over the trash.
Opening the door I grabbed my gun as I scampered, I tripped down the stairs and fell out of our camper.
As I stood up, brushed off, and took in the scene, I tempered myself as I wanted to scream!
"Now Aggie, now Dottie, now Dalamar and Bobby...Goose-goose, and Re-Run, No-name, and Poppy!"
What were those roosters and those ganders about? What made them honk and crow, and then pout?
I took in the scene and looked up at the sky and saw that the hawks were flying nearby.
As I waved and I shouted to scare them away, I fired my gun to keep them at bay.
Shaking my head, I wondered "why do I bother?" then I remembered the kids, especially their mother.
Should anything happen to Ma's little group, I'd be the one one ending up in the soup!
I do it for Her, I do it for love.
I give her my best, I pray to above...
"Please God may this be the best Christmas yet, may Santa stop here, don't let them forget.
I want to see smiles and hear laughter and glee, when they open their presents that are under the tree.
And please don't forget our family and friends; I want their day to be happy, whenever it ends."
So, as I end this poem that I made...My Prayer is for everyone "Have a great Holiday!"

[Cdn_Cuda]

My family would have big Christmas Eve dinners and alway have stragglers join, be it friends or neighbours. My parents have a picture of their fridge of a large gathering that had a friend from my childhood, a great aunt and uncle that were like grandparents, my “uncle” from Alaska that was very minorly related but adopted us as close family and the elderly neighbours who a long time later I ended up buying their house. It was a random mix of everyone, but would be wonderful to sit down at table with those people again.

More recently, a neighbour that had fallen on a bit of tragedy had to sell their house and move. Before they left they had a large group of neighbours over for an early Christmas dinner. If was wonderful. Being neighbours for a long time we knew all the families well, but this was the first time we all came together for a big festive meal. Again, the type of dinner you look back on and makes you smile.