Photograph of Lydia (Swasey) Obear, probably with one of her grandchildren, taken before her death in January of 1919 courtsey of Amy Conant Voelker, her 3rd great-grand daughter.
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:Christmas Picture・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
When the light through the eastern sky shall break,
On Christmas morning, the children will wake,
And with whispered giggle each curly head,
And pink, chubby foot, will steal out of bed
On barefooted tiptoes to creep round the house,
From chamber to chamber, as still as a mouse.
To each sleeper’s door there comes a light tread,
And the latch softly lifted, in steals a head;
Now with eager haste, lest the sleeper arouse
Ere the words are uttered, there rings through the house,–
“I wish you a merry Christmas!”
While the echoes still through the chambers ring,
Swiftly scudding down stairs, like a burglar gang,
To the chimney-corner, where the stockings hang,
And each seizing one, they rush back to bed
Where their feet find warmth, while each curly head
Goes peering down in the stocking to find
The treasures good Santa Claus left behind,
Ere up the chimney he made his way,
To brighten the children’s Christmas Day,
And make it “Merry Christmas.”
–L.A. Obear Continue reading
