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feel free to add,they can be funny or sad,send to a friend on here if you like.lets see if theres any budding poets.xxxxxxxxxxx

FOR SPECIAL FRIENDS AT XMAS TIME I SHARE WITH YOU A GLASS OF WINE I TOAST YOU ALL FOR THE COMING YEAR WITH ALL MY LOVE AND XMAS CHEER XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

My gift to you at christmas time Is this,a little christmas rhyme It comes straight from the heart its true And wends its way from me to you.

ah thats nice,xxxxxxxxxx

It was the best I could think up !! Lol

when santa got stuck up the chimney he began to shout you girls and boys wont any toys if you dont pull me out my beared is black theres soot in my sack my nose is tickling too when santa got stuck up the chimney ACHOO ACHOO ACHOOO

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS GENEALOGIST VERSION 'T'was 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 said... 'Too bad about the data for which you had written It was lost in the stacks at Visitations of Britian.' Piles of old copies of wills, deeds, and 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. As I sat my computer, I was ready to drop >From entering data on cousins, whose lines never stop. Christmas was here, and such was my lot That presents and goodies and toys I forgot. Had I not been so busy with my grandparent's wills, I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills. While others bought gifts that would bring Christmas cheers; I'd spent time researching marriages and birth 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 Saint Nicholaus too. And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoof. The TV antenna was no match for their horns, As I looked 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! 'Dear' 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 as you'll 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, who'd brought such gladness and joy; When I'd been too busy for even one toy. He spied my research on the table all spread 'A genealogist!' He cried! (My face was all red!) 'Tonight I've met many like you', Santa grinned. And he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned. I gazed with amazement - at the cover which said 'Your Genealogy Lines - Ne'er Before Read' 'I know what it's like to have the genealogy bug,' He said, as he gave me a a great Santa Hug. 'While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry, I do lots of research in the North Pole Library! A special treat I am thus able to bring, To genealogy folks who can't find a thing. Now off you go to your bed for a rest, I'll clean up the house with this genealogy mess.' As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee, I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me. While settling in bed, I heard Santa'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, 'Family History is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!'

O Family Tree,to the tune of 'O Tannenbaum' O Family Tree, O Family Tree How sturdy are your branches. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, How sturdy are your branches. Through many years in ages past You have shown the strength to last. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, How sturdy are your branches. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, There is so much for you to tell. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, There is so much for you to tell. Reveal to me your mystery As I research my ancestry. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, There is so much for you to tell. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, Show to me my heritage. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, Show to me my heritage. I learn from you so I can see A part of you lives on in me. O Family Tree, O Family Tree, Show to me my heritage.

Old Folks are worth a Fortune Remember, old folks are worth a fortune, with silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs. I have become a little older since I saw you last, and a few changes have come into my life since then. Frankly, I have become quite a frivolous old gal. I am seeing five gentlemen every day. As soon as I wake up, Will Power helps me get out of bed. Then I go to see John. Then Charlie Horse comes along, and when he is here, he takes a lot of my time and attention. When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of the day. He doesn't like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me from joint to joint. After such a busy day I'm really tired and glad to go to bed with Ben Gay. What a life! P.S. The preacher came to call the other day. He said at my age I should be thinking about the hereafter. I told him, 'Oh, I do it all the time. No matter where I am - in the parlor, upstairs, in the kitchen, or down in the basement - I ask myself, Now, what am I here after?'

Humorous 1 Liners Pruning family trees is not allowed. My family tree must be a pecan because it is full of nuts. Genealogy is not fatal, but it is a grave disease. My family tree needs more wood and less sap. Life takes its toll, have exact change ready. Old flamers never die, they just go to blazes. Genealogists climb trees. If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. Genealogy is relative Genealogists do it with dead people Genealogists don't die, they just lose their roots. I don't do windows - I do genealogy Having children is hereditary. If your parents hadn't had any, neither could you! Genealogists never die, they just lose their census! Genealogy, the only hobby where dead people can excite you! Life is too short and you're dead too long! Genealogist: one always in search of a good dead man. Genealogists can make the dead talk. Genealogists: the ancestrally challenged. Genealogists Collect Dead Relatives Hooked on Genealogy works for me! I think that I shall never see, A finished genealogy Genealogists just dig it Genealogists do it for the memories. Genealogists do it in the archives. Genealogists do it off the record. Genealogists do it with a will. Old genealogists don'd die, they just get filed away Genealogist do it in Cemeteries! What do you mean, genealogy is trivial? We're obsessed with the ISSUES! Q: Why do genealogists die with smiles on their faces? A: They know they're about to get one more date on their pedigree charts. Genealogists do it backward! Genealogist do it in trees. Genealogists do it in Record Offices. When tracing ancestors, please stay within the lines. Why waste your money looking up your family tree, just go into politics and your opponents will do it for you. The fellow who leans on his family tree may never get out of the woods. Every family tree has its sap. Shake any family tree and your are bound to get a few nuts. If your family tree doesn't fork? You might be a Redneck

Genealogy Genealogy begins as an interest, Becomes a hobby; Continues as an avocation, Takes over as an obsession, And in its last stages, Is an incurable disease.

well done there great,keep em coming.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A CHRISTMASSY POEM FOR ROBIN OF LOXLEY TWAS THE NITE BEFORE XMAS WHEN ROBIN WAS DRESSED IN A RED PAIR OF TIGHTS AND A RED SHINY VEST HE GLITTERED AND SPARKLED NO-MORE WAS HE GREEN HES THE SPARKLIEST SANTA THAT YOU,VE EVER SEEN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES. O for that age old Christmas When the snow fell on the ground, And the logs burned brightly on the fire As the family gathered round. O for that tree neath the window With presents at it's feet, All neatly wrapped and labelled To give someone a treat. O for those friends that I played with Amid the ice and snow, Dancing around old frosty Red noses all aglow. O for those lovely mealtimes With lots of Christmas fare, A table filled with riches For everyone to share. O for those games we used to play On that happy Christmas night, Sat snugly by the fireside, The yule log burning bright. O for the warmth and comfort Lied in that well warmed bed, The tender kiss from mother After nightime prayers were said. O for those kinfolk that I loved Who sadly are no more, All those who shared such happy times Back in those days of yore. O for that age old Christmas, How I longed for it to last, But the years have taken their toll of it Now it's just part of the past.

How nice Jeff Lilx

Thanks Lil, Glad you like it. just my memories of bygone days jeff x

jeff thats so loverly,thanks,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Thanks Joy, It's nice to share memories especially when they are appreciated, thank you again Jeff x

hi jeff ,i remember one we had to learn when i was 9. but only a bit off it. AND IN THE NIGHTS OF WINTER WHEN THE COLD AND NORTH WIND BLOW THE LONG HOWLING OF THE WOLVES IS HEARD AMIST THE SNOW but thats all i can remember xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sorry Joy love, I'm afraid I don't know that one. I'm not very good on poems apart from the ones that I write myself. I'm always reciting those, can't get to sleep some nights, it's a real problem Lol Jeff x