Hi Joe..this is your grandmother, I loved those shared Christmas memories. Remember my writngs? A couple of years ago I included a satirical piece about Christmas her in my community. Graue Mill. I put it in our newsletter. Here goes!
Twas the night before Christmas...right here in Graue Mill
The place was so quiet..and the air held a chill
Our Clubhouse was festive...all covered in light
With red velvet stockings...arranged in plain sight
Some people who live here...were snug in their beds
While visions of Florida...danced in their heads
And me in my nightgown.....all tidy and neat
I heard a loud noise...and I jumped to my feet
As I went to the window....I saw in the dark
A large bearded fellow....attempting to park
His transport was strange.....it looked like a sled
With big silver runners...and painted bright red
It was piled high with packages....beautifully wrapped
As he held a big flashlight.....his fingers he snapped
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear...
But the lovely dark shadows....of some of our deer
The man's eyes just glistened...and so did his beard
And in the blink of a moment,,,he just disappeared
Hi Joe..this is your grandmother, I loved those shared Christmas memories. Remember my writngs? A couple of years ago I included a satirical piece about Christmas her in my community. Graue Mill. I put it in our newsletter. Here goes!
Twas the night before Christmas...right here in Graue Mill
The place was so quiet..and the air held a chill
Our Clubhouse was festive...all covered in light
With red velvet stockings...arranged in plain sight
Some people who live here...were snug in their beds
While visions of Florida...danced in their heads
And me in my nightgown.....all tidy and neat
I heard a loud noise...and I jumped to my feet
As I went to the window....I saw in the dark
A large bearded fellow....attempting to park
His transport was strange.....it looked like a sled
With big silver runners...and painted bright red
It was piled high with packages....beautifully wrapped
As he held a big flashlight.....his fingers he snapped
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear...
But the lovely dark shadows....of some of our deer
The man's eyes just glistened...and so did his beard
And in the blink of a moment,,,he just disappeared
So I went back to bed...and to my great surprise
What I saw the next morning....delighted my eyes
Sparkling and lovely...like gossamer wings
Our lobby tree lit up...with tassels and things
A miniature train-set was running beneath
And the doorway was sporting a huge holly wreath
In the far distant morning...I swear I did hear
"Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year"
Grandma: So beautiful! As always. Thank you for sharing. Much love. ❤️
May you reclaim that bliss this Christmas!!