To all my friends at Fishin.com_Mitten Christmas

[B][U]Mitten Christmas[/U][/B]
We called them "Mitten Christmases"
Back there when we were young,
For when the presents all were wrapped
And stockings all were hung,
There's be no big surprises
For we knew that in each box
Were things we need—like mittens,
And underwear, and socks.
Through grateful for the warmth and love
We longed for some surprise,
Some super-special gift that would
Bring wonder to our eyes.
I thought that growing older
Would be "mitten Christmas" too,
I'd settle for necessities
As people often do.
I'd draw my circle closer
Be grateful for old friends,
Forget about the dreams of youth,
Make do with what life sends.
But a gracious heavenly Santa Claus
Gift-wrapped some verse for me,
And I am like the child who finds
A bike beneath the tree.(That special bait caster would have been OK with me)

© 1997, Elizabeth Ebert, from [I]Crazy Quilt[/I]

Live Long and Fish Hard...Boone;)

Boone, That pretty cool. It does bring back some memories.