This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------83C8E344EE9056C322B545EE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This was fwd to the HART-L rootsweb mailing list and I thought my fellow Barnett descendants/researchers would enjoy it, as well. Enjoy your Christmas/holiday prep.!!! God bless you all, Freda Hart (FYI - My line is William (1), William (2), John, Robert, Byrom M., Martin, David, Clayborn Cornelius, James Albert, Gladys Leticia Barnett - my maternal grandmother) --------------83C8E344EE9056C322B545EE Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: <[email protected]> Delivered-To: [email protected] Received: (qmail 28406 invoked by uid 0); 9 Nov 1999 05:33:03 -0000 Received: from mail2.uswest.net (204.147.80.18) by desmpop1.desm.uswest.net with SMTP; 9 Nov 1999 05:33:03 -0000 Received: (qmail 7993 invoked by alias); 9 Nov 1999 05:33:03 -0000 Delivered-To: [email protected] Received: (qmail 7968 invoked from network); 9 Nov 1999 05:33:02 -0000 Received: from bl-14.rootsweb.com (204.212.38.30) by mail2.uswest.net with SMTP; 9 Nov 1999 05:33:02 -0000 Received: (from [email protected]) by bl-14.rootsweb.com (8.9.3/8.9.3) id VAA05475; Mon, 8 Nov 1999 21:30:02 -0800 (PST) Resent-Date: Mon, 8 Nov 1999 21:30:02 -0800 (PST) Message-ID: <[email protected]> From: "Joan Hart" <[email protected]> Old-To: <[email protected]>, <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [HART-L] William Hart - PA / Maryland. Date: Mon, 8 Nov 1999 23:29:35 -0600 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.3110.1 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 Resent-Message-ID: <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Resent-From: [email protected] X-Mailing-List: <[email protected]> archive/latest/1307 X-Loop: [email protected] Precedence: list Resent-Sender: [email protected] I thought all of you would enjoy this. '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 With pedigree charts and with letters which said: "Too bad about the data for which you wrote 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 too much. Our children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. And I at my table was ready to drop >From work on my album with photos to crop. Christmas was here, and of such was my lot That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot. Had I not been so busy with grandparents' wills, I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills. While others had bought gifts that would bring Christmas cheer, I'd spent my time researching those birthdates and 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 sleight and eight small reindeer. Up to the housetop the reindeer they flew, With a sleigh full of toys, and 'ole Santa Claus, too. And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs. The TV antenna was no match for their horns, And the roof was covered 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 down 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 you'd 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 us 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, As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned. I gazed with amazement ... the cover it read "Genealogy Lines for Which You have Plead." "I know what it's like to be a genealogy bug," He said as he gave me a great Santa hug. While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry, I do some 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 from 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!" . --------------83C8E344EE9056C322B545EE--