Here's a cute poem for Christmas. Hope you haven't already seen it! Merry Christmas, Shirley Williams Who am I? > > > > (Author Unknown) > > > > I started out calmly, tracing my tree, > > To see if I could find the makings of me. > > And all that I had was Great Grandfather's name, > > Not knowing his wife or from whence he came. > > I chased him across a long line of states, > > And came up with pages and pages of dates. > > When all put together, it made me forlorn, > > Poor old Great-Grandpa had never been born. > > One day I was sure the truth I had found, > > Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. > > I looked up the record of one Uncle John, > > But then found the old man to be younger than his son. > > Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, > > I came across records that must have been him. > > The facts I collected made me quite sad, > > Dear Old Great-Grandfather was never a Dad. > > It seems that someone is pulling my leg, > > I'm not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg. > > After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, > > I can't help but wonder if I'm really me. > > > > > >