|A Genealogist's Christmas Eve
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|'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 info for which you wrote,
Sadly, it sank in a storm on a boat."
|Stacks of old copies of wills and the such
Were proof that my work had become much 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 of such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I forgot.
Had I not been so busy with g-grandpa's will,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills.
While others had bought gifts that would bring Christmas cheer,
I'd spent time researching those birthdates 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,
I tore open the drapes and I yanked up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
|Up to the housetop the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and old Santa Claus, too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
The TV antenna was no match for their horns,
And look at our roof with hoof-prints adorned.
|As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa - kerr-rash!
Dear Santa had come from the roof in a mess,
And tracked soot on the carpet, to my great distress.
Spotting my face, good old 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 with doo-dads and perks.
Santa was brining us 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 quite 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 amazement...the cover, it read,
"Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead."
"I know what it's like for a genealogy bug,"
He said, as he gave me a big Santa hug.
|"While the elves make the sleighful of toys that I carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library.
A special treat I am thus able to bring
To genealogy folks 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!"
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