Santa's' Dilemma
In a shop in a basement
Or maybe outside
Or maybe the place where the cars used to hide
Perhaps in a spare room
Perhaps in a shed
Saint Nicholas toils and scratches his head
He ponders and wonders
His beard all awry
He prays and he begs for a hint from the sky
He wishes he knew what his loved ones would like
Sarah and Jessie and Sweet Little Mike
And even the secret desire of Missus
Saint Nicholas wants to earn all of their kisses
So he sits and he thinks
And he sits and he thinks
And he drinks a cold potion while he sits and thinks
And what to his wondering mind doth appear
(it isn't the poem and it isn't the beer)
The whole thing came onto him wonderful clear
Whatever I make for the people I love
Will seem unto them like a gift from above
For Love and Creation are naught but the same
For Love and Creation are naught but the same
Regards,
Tom Watson
tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)
http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/
I've got a question for Tom.
When the hell do you find time to do woodworking since
you must go through half a library worth of reading
(AND remembering) a month? How you can read all
that WHILE you must be listening to every song that's
been recorded over the last forty or fifty years - and
then remember the lyrics and recall them at will?
The poems you come up with that hit the mark dead
center, the Adventures of Nowrecki - WHEN DO YOU SLEEP?
Always look foreward to your posts 'cause there's
a very high probability it's going to be a keeper
to be saved in the Great Stories folder - and reread.
Thanks. Keep 'em coming.
charlie b
Tom Watson <[email protected]> wrote in
news:[email protected]:
> Santa's' Dilemma
>
>
>
> In a shop in a basement
> Or maybe outside
> Or maybe the place where the cars used to hide
>
> Perhaps in a spare room
> Perhaps in a shed
> Saint Nicholas toils and scratches his head
>
> He ponders and wonders
> His beard all awry
> He prays and he begs for a hint from the sky
>
> He wishes he knew what his loved ones would like
> Sarah and Jessie and Sweet Little Mike
> And even the secret desire of Missus
> Saint Nicholas wants to earn all of their kisses
>
> So he sits and he thinks
> And he sits and he thinks
> And he drinks a cold potion while he sits and thinks
>
> And what to his wondering mind doth appear
> (it isn't the poem and it isn't the beer)
> The whole thing came onto him wonderful clear
>
> Whatever I make for the people I love
> Will seem unto them like a gift from above
> For Love and Creation are naught but the same
>
> For Love and Creation are naught but the same
> Regards,
>
> Tom Watson
>
> tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)
>
> http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/
Amen, friend.
Patriarch
On Thu, 21 Dec 2006 19:52:56 -0600, [email protected] (John) wrote:
>Henry Winkler?
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
Apologies (and Thanks) to Mr. Zimmerman.
Regards,
Tom Watson
tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)
http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/