Norwegian Farmer’s Son…December 21st

December 21st...”DO YOU EVER WONDER ABOUT WHAT CHRISTMAS TIMES WERE LIKE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN, OR A LITTLE TINY BABE?”

POEM – “Christmas Before I Was Born” by N. Elliott Noorlun

In Christmas times, Before I was born,

Before my bottom, Had diaper worn,

It must’ve been special,

The time for our clan,

To Grandma’s or Uncle’s,

House they ran.

 

 

In days long before, Electronic device,

Instead were books, And other things nice,

Like boxing gloves, For my big brother,

While sitting near, Christmas tree with Mother.

Or Father reading, The local news,

While big sister, Rosie, On couch would snooze.

Or Yuletide times at, Our Uncle’s house,

With family around, And my Uncle’s spouse,

 

 

Playing piano, While little ones sang,

Christmas carols, Oh how they rang!

When ’54 Christmas, Came rolling round,

Cousin Marc and I, Lent our sound,

To the old-fashioned holidays,

That had come before,

T’was now our turn,

To enjoy many more.