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
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