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<DIV><FONT size=2>Hi Lorraine,</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>That was wonderful. Do you know who the author
was?</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>Thanks!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>Ronda</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message ----- </DIV>
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<A title=lworks@molalla.net href="mailto:lworks@molalla.net">Lorraine
Works</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
title=or-roots@sosinet.sos.state.or.us
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Thursday, December 08, 2005 1:23
AM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> [or-roots] Merry Christmas</DIV>
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<P>Twas the Night Before Christmas<BR><BR>For
Genealogists<BR></P></TD>
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<TD><BR><BR>'Twas the night before Christmas <BR>when all
through the house <BR>Not a creature was stirring, not even my
spouse. <BR>The dining room table with clutter was spread
<BR>With pedigree charts and with letters which
said:<BR><BR>"Too bad about the data for which you wrote. <BR>It
sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat." <BR>Stacks of old copies
of wills and of such <BR>Were proof that my work had become much
too much. <BR><BR>Our children were nestled all snug in their
beds, <BR>While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
<BR>And I at my table was ready to drop <BR>From work on my
album with photos to crop.<BR><BR>Christmas was here, and of
such was my lot <BR>That presents and goodies and toys I'd
forgot. <BR>Had I not been so busy with grandparents' wills,
<BR>I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills.
<BR><BR>While others had bought gifts that would bring Christmas
cheer, <BR>I'd spent time researching those birthdates and
years. <BR>While I was thus musing about my sad plight,<BR>A
strange noise on the lawn gave me such a fright. <BR><BR>Away to
the window I flew in a flash, <BR>Tore open the drapes and I
yanked up the sash. <BR>When what to my nearsighted eyes should
appear, <BR>But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
<BR><BR>Up to the housetop the reindeer they flew <BR>With a
sleigh full of toys, and ol' Santa Claus, too. <BR>And then in a
twinkling, I heard on the roof<BR>The prancing and pawing of
thirty-two hoofs.<BR><BR>The TV antenna was no match for their
horns, <BR>And look at my roof, with hoof-prints adorned! <BR>As
I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash, <BR>Down the cold
chimney fell Santa - KEE-RASH!<BR><BR>Dear Santa had come from
the roof in a wreck <BR>And tracked soot on the carpet! I could
just wring his neck! <BR>Spotting my face, good old Santa could
see <BR>I had no Christmas spirit, you'd have to agree.
<BR><BR>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
<BR>And filled all the stockings. (I felt like a jerk). <BR>Here
was Santa who'd brought us such gladness and joy; <BR>When I'd
been too busy for even one toy. <BR><BR>He spied my research on
the table all spread. <BR>"A genealogist!", he cried (My face
was all red). <BR>"Tonight I've met many like you", Santa
grinned, <BR>As he pulled from his sack a large book he had
penned. <BR><BR>I gazed with amazement - the cover, it read:
<BR>"Genealogy Lines For Which You Have Plead". <BR>"I know what
it's like as a genealogy bug", <BR>He said as he gave me a great
Santa hug. <BR><BR>"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I
now carry,<BR>I do some research in the North Pole
Library!"<BR>"A special treat I am thus able to bring <BR>To
genealogy folks who can't find a thing."<BR><BR>"Now off you go
to your bed for a rest - <BR>I'll clean up the house of this
genealogy mess". <BR>As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness
and glee, <BR>I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
<BR><BR>While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle
<BR>To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
<BR>And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of
sight,<BR><BR><EM><STRONG>"Family history is fun! Merry
Christmas! Good
night!"</STRONG></EM></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV></TD></TR>
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