Grumpy cats, too cold, they mutter
Not content to watch birds flutter
They hunt mice friends under the frost
No wee critters can they accost
Off indoors, their paws ashaking
Happy birds with no more quaking
Under the tree our presents remain
Family's far, we must refrain
Remember well those days of yore
Children's laughter I did adore
|wild turkey tracks|
Hearken well, most did phone!
Volume is up, Messiah plays
Remember well those good old days
Every note I have sung by heart
Concerts plenty we've taken part
Memories poignant they invoke
Modern, classical, to baroque
Candelight services, carols galore
Voices raised in song no more
exhausted after walkies!
|Nanny cooks her turkey|
(Anne Butt –nee Mallette, 1883 - 1978)
Turkey dinners Gramma planned
Dysfunctional – no we were not
Cousins arranged, food in the pot
Crackers popped, surprises are spread
Silly hats sat upon the head
New traditions now created
Sadly now Christmas belated
A day alone I shall survive
Tomorrow I turn shifty-five!
|Silly hats upon our heads –1970|
and Happy Holidays!!!!!
Wishing you a prosperous new year!
|My father always did a lot of Christmas baking|
This must have been 1958 or so.
Me, Caitlin (trying to suck her finger),
Serena (for whom I did Home Day Care)
Caitlin wasn't happy with Santa!
|Our 2001 Christmas Tree!|
|Nanny's family tree|