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Subject: [SMITH-L] Genealogist's Christmas Eve
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 22:12:40 EST

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>Genealogist's Christmas Eve ('Twas the night before Christmas)
>
>'Twas the night before Christmas
>When all through the house
>Not a creature was stirring,
>Not even my spouse.
>
>The dining room table with clutter was spread
>With pedigree charts and with letters which said...
>"Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
>Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
>
>Stacks of old copies of wills and such
>Were proof that my work had become too much.
>Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
>While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
>
>And I at my table was ready to drop
>>From work on my album with photos to crop.
>Christmas was here, and such was my lot
>That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
>
>Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
>I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
>While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
>I'd spent time researching those birth dates and years.
>
>While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
>A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
>Away to the window I flew in a flash,
>Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.
>
>When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
>But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
>Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
>With a sleigh full of toys and 'ole Santa Claus, too.
>
>And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
>The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
>As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
>Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!
>
>"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
>And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
>Spotting my face, good 'ole Santa could see
>I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.
>
>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
>And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
>Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy:
>When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
>
>He spied my research on the table all spread
>"A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red!)
>"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
>As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
>
>I gazed with amusement--the cover it read
>Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
>"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
>He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
>
>"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
>I do some research in the North Pole Library!
>A special treat I am thus able to bring,
>To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."
>
>"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
>I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
>As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
>I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
>
>While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
>To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
>And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
>"Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
>
>(Author Unknown)

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haha, don't we all wish? lol....
Carol

>Genealogist's Christmas Eve ('Twas the night before Christmas)
>
>'Twas the night before Christmas
>When all through the house
>Not a creature was stirring,
>Not even my spouse.
>
>The dining room table with clutter was spread
>With pedigree charts and with letters which said...
>"Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
>Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
>
>Stacks of old copies of wills and such
>Were proof that my work had become too much.
>Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
>While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
>
>And I at my table was ready to drop
>>From work on my album with photos to crop.
>Christmas was here, and such was my lot
>That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
>
>Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
>I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
>While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
>I'd spent time researching those birth dates and years.
>
>While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
>A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
>Away to the window I flew in a flash,
>Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.
>
>When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
>But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
>Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
>With a sleigh full of toys and 'ole Santa Claus, too.
>
>And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
>The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
>As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
>Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!
>
>"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
>And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
>Spotting my face, good 'ole Santa could see
>I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.
>
>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
>And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
>Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy:
>When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
>
>He spied my research on the table all spread
>"A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red!)
>"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
>As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
>
>I gazed with amusement--the cover it read
>Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
>"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
>He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
>
>"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
>I do some research in the North Pole Library!
>A special treat I am thus able to bring,
>To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."
>
>"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
>I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
>As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
>I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
>
>While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
>To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
>And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
>"Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
>
>(Author Unknown)

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