The following is a note that Aunt Laurie found in her stash recently and gave out copies at the mass that was said for Grandma a few weekends ago. It seems that Grandma wrote it after Christmas one year when Jerry and Patrick were little.
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This business of words whether written or said,
is not very simple and they're stuffed in my head.
If I want them to do a good job and make clear,
our feelings and thoughts for the ones we hold dear.
I'll take time and weigh carefully each one, every word,
and make sure they're the ones that I want to be heard.
"Our Christmas was Great," says this pair of antiques,
this couple of sixties, whose joints always squeak.
Our dreams are much different more different each day,
"you'll know when your older," grown up all the way.
Telephones shared and trying some way,
to bring others home if for only one day.
Boomerangs, beer mugs, and trillions of toy and out in
the snow two rosy cheeked boys.
My annual heart to heart chat with our Chris,
Bob's box of goodies, some cheddar some swiss.
Our guest who's much taller, now looking back,
who must love us a lot cause she always comes back.
A whoop and a holler from the game watching guys,
some singing, some jigging, some tears in our eyes.
And a new Mrs. Santa, charmed the room as she sat,
and Santa got taller instead of more fat.
Vision of sugar plums are no longer needed,
Our Garden of Dreams is now thoroughly weeded.
Thanks for our Christmas, you loved ones where ever,
From a couple old elves who'll love you forever!
Love, Mom + Dad