It's the week before Christmas, I love Christmas time
And I spent my whole evening creating a rhyme
Hey Joyce you'll have to tell me what you think
Of the poem I composed when you print it with ink.
If you want to know what I'm talking about
Just read the comments and you will find out.
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Here is the poem I wrote for the rocker that is passing through the Christensen family.
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That Santa had left when his sleigh he had driven
We’d picked up the presents and all of the trappings
And all of the ribbons and bows and the wrappings
But there was just one extra gift for good measure
A special antique for the twins soon to treasure
A gift that went back to the time long ago,
Back in 1925 it had worn a red bow
And proudly this gift had been given to Bee
If you look at her photo, it is plain to see.
She jumped from the chair and went spinning around
And giggled so much that she spun to the ground
A smile on her face for her own kid-sized chair
Was waiting just under the Christmas tree there.
As Bee soon grew up as small ones like to do,
But the chair was still very well loved by a few
Aunt BeeBee had loved to sit and slow rock,
Aunt Carol would go back and forth like a clock.
And once, when the window shone light from the moon,
We found, fast asleep, the dear little June.
The chair was not loved just by girls in the clan
But also great grandpa Bud, before he was a man
He used to rock and pretend it was a train
That could take him across any hilly terrain
He’s pull on a pretend horn and say TOOT
You know, great grandpa Bud was really quite cute.
AJ was sure that the chair, by golly,
Was much better cuddled in holding her dolly
She’d sit and she’d rock and then she would dream
Wondering what being a mommy would seem
Great Great Grandpa Nellie and Great Great Grandpa Hank
Had so many blessings they wanted to thank
The families they loved and watched growing old
The chair kept the stories that were never told
The Christenson family, the bonds of together
Are passed on through the ages and will be forever
So as the chair passes to Melissa and Dave
There will be many more memories that you’ll need to save.
The story of our family goes on without end
As new little babies can rock and pretend.
Who knows what wonders in her head will whirl
As the chair is enjoyed by your new little girl
And your son might be dreaming of what he will be
As he sits in the chair just as still as can be
WIth dreams of the future and sweet memories
This chair links the love of our families.
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Cat...you ARE the cat's whiskers! This is ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL and the memories aren't even mine in the poem!.....it was just great to read. I too make up poems for folk and then have to write them all out so I really appreciate the work you have put into this....did this one roll off quite easily because that's how it reads....I know some don't run so well and aren't easy to read...just curious. Congratulations!!
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