Frame Lady
CGF II, Certified Grumble Framer Level 2
This poem is courtesy of my dear friend Terry Scidmore of The Mitered Corner in Seattle. I so enjoy reading her messages that I just had to share this one.
May everyone's Holidays be blessed and the New Year filled with good health.
T'was the day before Christmas
All through the frame shops
The framers were framing
Sure they would drop.
If the orders didn't get finished
Before the Special Eve
The customers waiting
Would surely be peeved!
When through my doors there arose such a clatter
Why, who is that man in red?
And what does it matter?
Doesn't he know I've got orders to ready?
Oh, no! My gosh! He doesn't look very steady!
The old man stumbled, took a chair and sat down
He searched in his pockets and bags 'til he found
A note that he handed me, a smile across his face stole
Then off like the wind the old man cheerily strode!
I opened the note
It was smallish and square
And smelled like Christmas, cinnamon, pine trees and other sweet fare.
Inside the words blazed brighter than bright!
I looked up in wonder as the old man faded from sight.
"It isn't Christmas until you celebrate, too.
Don't forget that Christmas was also meant for you!"
"Sometimes people forget the working folk
And don't appreciate the weight of the yoke
On the people who make Christmas happen year after year
Working until late just to sooth the fears
The special gift won't be finished for tonight
And someone somewhere will be angry and fight."
"So not just for today, bur for every day of the year
Make Christmas for yourself and for those you hold dear."
As we wind down today and head home for the night
I wish you Merry Christmas and hope in your sight
That funny old man in the red suit appears
Bringing you every blessing for the season
and throughout the coming year!
Merry Christmas!
Happy New Year
May everyone's Holidays be blessed and the New Year filled with good health.
T'was the day before Christmas
All through the frame shops
The framers were framing
Sure they would drop.
If the orders didn't get finished
Before the Special Eve
The customers waiting
Would surely be peeved!
When through my doors there arose such a clatter
Why, who is that man in red?
And what does it matter?
Doesn't he know I've got orders to ready?
Oh, no! My gosh! He doesn't look very steady!
The old man stumbled, took a chair and sat down
He searched in his pockets and bags 'til he found
A note that he handed me, a smile across his face stole
Then off like the wind the old man cheerily strode!
I opened the note
It was smallish and square
And smelled like Christmas, cinnamon, pine trees and other sweet fare.
Inside the words blazed brighter than bright!
I looked up in wonder as the old man faded from sight.
"It isn't Christmas until you celebrate, too.
Don't forget that Christmas was also meant for you!"
"Sometimes people forget the working folk
And don't appreciate the weight of the yoke
On the people who make Christmas happen year after year
Working until late just to sooth the fears
The special gift won't be finished for tonight
And someone somewhere will be angry and fight."
"So not just for today, bur for every day of the year
Make Christmas for yourself and for those you hold dear."
As we wind down today and head home for the night
I wish you Merry Christmas and hope in your sight
That funny old man in the red suit appears
Bringing you every blessing for the season
and throughout the coming year!
Merry Christmas!
Happy New Year
