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1993 Christmas Fable ( The Timeless, Best Gift )
The old folks, they call, " Come near, come near
A Christmas story for to hear."
In they scramble, young'ns all
From in the attic and down the hall
One's hikin' his breeches
One's twistin' her curls
One's smilin' pretty
To see Granny's new pearls
One peeks in his stocking
One sends out a wail
Then they all settle in
To hear the old folks tale
The snow starts to fall
As old Grand Dad
begins
He tells 'bout a Babe which was born
To die for our sins
How He suffered the trials
That His Father gave
How He died on the cross
And 'rose from the grave
The young'ns start squirmin'
Then scramble away
To open the trinkets
That Santa Claus gave
The years, they slipped by
The young'ns grew old
But they held in their hearts
The story old Grand Dad had told
Now there they sit
In their old easy chairs
She's wearin' her Granny's old pearls
And there he sits
With a cane by his side
Twistin' his grand daughters curls
Then the old folks call out, " Come near, come near
A Christmas story for to hear."
In they scramble; young'ns all
From in the attic and down the hall
The snow fell softly
As their Granny recalled
"Bout when she first heard
The greatest story of all
The young'ns, they squirmed
Then scrambled away
The old folks just smiled
While watchin' them play
Tradition? Perhaps.
But as the young'ns grow old
They'll forget all their trinkets
And instead, in their hearts hold
The timeless, best gift
The story that their old Granny told...
L.A.Mc Nabb
07 December, 1993
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
A Christmas story for to hear."
In they scramble, young'ns all
From in the attic and down the hall
One's hikin' his breeches
One's twistin' her curls
One's smilin' pretty
To see Granny's new pearls
One peeks in his stocking
One sends out a wail
Then they all settle in
To hear the old folks tale
The snow starts to fall
As old Grand Dad
begins
He tells 'bout a Babe which was born
To die for our sins
How He suffered the trials
That His Father gave
How He died on the cross
And 'rose from the grave
The young'ns start squirmin'
Then scramble away
To open the trinkets
That Santa Claus gave
The years, they slipped by
The young'ns grew old
But they held in their hearts
The story old Grand Dad had told
Now there they sit
In their old easy chairs
She's wearin' her Granny's old pearls
And there he sits
With a cane by his side
Twistin' his grand daughters curls
Then the old folks call out, " Come near, come near
A Christmas story for to hear."
In they scramble; young'ns all
From in the attic and down the hall
The snow fell softly
As their Granny recalled
"Bout when she first heard
The greatest story of all
The young'ns, they squirmed
Then scrambled away
The old folks just smiled
While watchin' them play
Tradition? Perhaps.
But as the young'ns grow old
They'll forget all their trinkets
And instead, in their hearts hold
The timeless, best gift
The story that their old Granny told...
L.A.Mc Nabb
07 December, 1993
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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1993 Christmas Fable ( The Timeless, Best Gift )
1993 Christmas Fable ( The Timeless, Best Gift )