Christmas in the Soddy, 1874

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0 posted 2002-12-16 06:34 AM

Christmas in the Soddy, 1874

That year of great extremes, both working hand to mouth
Suffering blizzards from the north, and heat from the deep south
She had counted chicken eggs, he had taken in the grain
Both had prayed for clear skies, both had prayed for rain

She had written of hard times, she wrote of good times too,
She had penned all of their days, deep there in the woods

While he worked so very hard, her hands were busy too
When he finally sat to eat, she dished up hearty stew
If she went out to hang the wash, he stood to stoke the fire
She was his every and all, and he was her desire

She had written of hard times, she wrote of good times too,
Wrote of pheasant feathers found, deep there in the woods

In June their plans were made for their Christmas day
Pennies had been put aside, each had their little way
She had sold her extra eggs, he swapped with neighbors too,
Each stored away their pennies, with special gifts in view

She had written of hard times, she wrote of good times too
Wrote of the times they had lived, deep there in the woods

Bits of thread, scraps of cloth, gifts that she would sew
For each of their small children, for faces would then glow
A dolly and a small wood horse, for he had carved away
Oh yes, together, they looked forward to this Christmas Day

She had written of hard times, she wrote of good times too
Wrote of their hearts as they strived, deep there in the woods

Then she took her writings, and sent them far away
In exchange, a gift for him, on their Christmas Day
And he had sold his carving, of an angel in high flight
He looked forward to the gift he would give that very night

After the Children had opened their gifts,
When all was said and done
Husband turned to Wife, each said,
“Merry Christmas, my Dear One”

For she had sold her writings, to purchase her love a knife
He had sold his angel, a new pen for his dear wife
Each had given of them selves, something the other held dear
And the Magi smiled that night, for their love shone ever clear

~*~

©Karilea Rilling Jungel
21 December 2001
slightly revised
16 December 2002