"Twas the night before Christmas",
is a story they say;
About a gentle old man ,
seen driving a sleigh.
Spreading joy and love always,
on each Christmas morn;
And this is the way,
Saint Nicks' legend was born.
A loving old soul,
who cares for us all;
With so much to do
he starts early each fall.
I am told that he started,
with prayers up above;
While seeking a way,
to show his great love.
A love for the Savior,
sent down by Gods' hand;
To spread peace and love,
through-out all of this land.
You see, the Lord sent His Son,
which was part of His plan;
Yes, the Savior would be,
a baby born unto man.
So, Saint Nick started thinkin',
and he thought a great while;
"The answers quite simple",
he said with a smile.
"Instead of these gifts,
mere silver and gold;
The laughter of children,
is more precious to hold.
So he used all his gold,
and he worked every day;
To make only toys,
and just give them away.
All the worlds' children,
thought of the toys he would bring;
So with great joy and thanks,
they started to sing.
The angels in Heaven,
heard these sweet songs of love;
Then came a soft rain,
joyful tears from above.
I guess God was happy,
and He wanted it to show;
So, He took all the tears,
and turned them to snow.
The children all woke,
to a sight, 'oh-so-grand';
For a blanket of white,
had covered the land.
So when you wake from your sleep,
on this Christmas morn;
Before all the wrappings
from the presents are torn.
As you look at the gifts,
thru brite-shiny eyes;
For a moment, to Heaven look,
straight up thru the sky.
Now with love in your heart,
you can joyfully say;
"Happy Birthday, sweet Jesus,
for this is Your Day !"

"Me"

December 2, 1986

In memory of my loving sister, Carol Ann Mosteller-Carr,

" A child at heart and in our hearts forever."

We Miss You !

1996