â€œTwas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and with letters which saidâ€¦
â€œToo bad about the data for which you wrote
Sank in a storm on an ill fated boat.â€
Stacks of old copies of wills and the such
Were proof that my work had become much to much
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and of such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I forgot.
Had I not been so busy with grandparentâ€™s wills,
Iâ€™d not have forgotten to shop for such thrills.
While others had bought gifts that would bring Christmas cheer;
Iâ€™d spent time researching those birth dates and years.
While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and I yanked up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
Up to the housetop the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and Old Santa Claus too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
The TV antenna was no match for their horns,
And look at our roof with hoof-prints adorned.
As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa - KER-RASH!
â€œDearâ€ Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
Spotting my face, good old Santa could see
I had no Christmas spirit youâ€™d have to agree.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here was Santa, whoâ€™d brought us such gladness and joy;
He spied my research on the table all spread
â€œA genealogist!â€ he cried! (My face was all read!)
â€œTonight Iâ€™ve met many like youâ€, Santa grinned.
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
I gazed with amazement - the cover it read
â€œGenealogy lines for Which you Have Plead.â€
â€œI know what itâ€™s like as a genealogy bug,â€
He said as he gave me a big Santa Hug.
â€œWhile the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
A special treat I am thus able to bring
To genealogy folks who canâ€™t find a thing.
Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
Iâ€™ll clean up the house from this genealogy mess.â€
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa whoâ€™d brought much to me.
While settling in bed, I heard Santaâ€™s clear whistle,
To his team which then rose like the down of a thistle,
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
â€œFamily History is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!â€