A GENEALOGIST'S CHRISTMAS EVE
(Author Unknown)
Twas 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
Stacks of pedigree charts and with letters which said. . .
"Too bad about the data for which you just wrote
It sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
Stacks of old copies of wills and the such
Were proof that my work had become much to much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of