2021 12 24

Good morning.

Clement Clarke Moore begins his famous poem:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;"

Taking up from there I, Mike, continue with my own version:

This was the story as children we'd hear

Told over and over as Christmas drew near

Anticipation gripped us, excitement arose

Hoping for gifts that in hope we chose.