Here is a poem penned by my paternal grandmother for Christmas.
If mine were the pen of a poet,
Or my voice were fitted to sing,
I'd write a lovely verse for you
On the birthday of our King.
Or, honoring Him, a picture paint
Had I the painter's art,
But as it is, I can but give
The tribute of my heart;
So I pray this Christmas may bring
The gift of richest worth...
That in your life, from day to day,
The Christ may have rebirth.
-- Alice Williams Linsley
Madder Libs - First, think of one of each of the following: a word you use too much; the name of a city you'd like to visit; an unusual color; a hobby; a physical qual...