1944

'Tis the season, that's for sure, For sending greetings, sweet and pure, To friends and family by the yards, We send our loving Christmas cards. On the rooftops, reindeer clattering, From Al Faber that's what's mattering. And red-nosed Rudolph, muchly smitten By the likes of Rudy Whitten. The Walter Burkes, "Oh, Little Town The Bill Benoists, an angel's crown. Bud and Nancy Coith, by golly, Send wreaths of greens and bits of holly. Quilted things and fancy bobbins Via the card from Ryland Robbins. Sailboats in a lake of snow From Dave Scotford, don't you know. A snowy haven, do come share it, From snowy Maine's Billy Barrett. Candy canes are among the joys Sent Dy the Bob and Anne Conroys. From the McCloskys a golfing scene, And the McAllisters a hill serene. Lovely churches, spiring steeples, From the MacGregors to friendly peoples. Chickadees and snow on a tree From the McLaughrys to thines and thee. Autumn leaves awaiting rakers Adorn the card of the Lorenzo Bakers. The Roger Feldmans set things right With Christmas berries red and bright. Whooping cranes from Jack Murphy, Snowy owls from John Furfey. From Nick Manitsas, in a blazing sun, A very classy Parthenon. A Grecian scene, full of Spartas, You guessed it: Pat and Charlie Martus. From the Mayberrys, Barb and Dick, Mallards in flight are their prized pick. Elk and deer and moose, it seems, Bring greetings from the Jim Bodines. From the Elliots, Joan and Jim, A feathered creche, remembering Him. Monte DuVal, the signature's there, A covey of doves skimming the air. Ah, the Henslers, Jean and Ray, Loons out on a winter's bay. From Russ Isner, stockings hanging, From Bob Gilford, church bells clanging. Balsam firs, laden with cones, Herald the season for Donald Holmes.Don Burnham's scenes are winter ponds, Bert Bickford chose a vase of fronds. Fetching cherubs, rounded cheeks, Come from John and Jeannie Weeks.Stanley Zarod's rocking horse Matches bells from Johnny Morse. Moons and stars and a million shiners, From the Mary El and Tommy Miners.

So, glasses on high, drink a toast To '44s from coast to coast; And all their ladies in tresses and dresses, Love and Hugs and all God's blesses. Merry Christmas!

P.O. Box 24, Love- joy Hill, Cornish Flat, NH 03746