Reader Submitted

Loving Time

It’s slipped upon us 

once again

The day that Christ 

was born

To celebrate this 

wondrous time

We’ll Christmas 

Everyday Leadership 4/21/16

It was quiet the day after Christmas in 1963.  The snow on the ground was slushy and wet so playing outside was not much fun.  Sylvia, my older sister, was in charge of the house since Mom and Dad had gone to town.  Someone suggested a game of monopoly so we set up the table and chairs over the furnace register to make use of all available heat.  We all were having

Poem about a soldier at Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas

He lived all alone

In a one bedroom house

made of plaster and stone.

 

I had come down the chimney 

with presents to give

and to see just who

in this home did live.

 

I looked all about 

a strange sight I did see. 

No tinsel, no presents

not even a tree.

 

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