I love that. Thank you so much. Donna allenjm@bellsouth.net wrote: > The Christmas Dinner > from Withers Juvenilla > > Lo, now is come our joyful`st feast! > Let every man be jolly. > Eache roome with yvie leaves is drest, > And every post with holly. > Now all our neighbors` chimneys smoke, > And Christmas blocks are burning; > Their ovens they with bak`t meats choke > And all their spits are turning. > Without the door let sorrow lie > And if, for cold, it hap to die, > Wee`le bury`t in a Christmas pye, > And everymore be merry >