Santa's' Dilemma



In a shop in a basement
Or maybe outside
Or maybe the place where the cars used to hide

Perhaps in a spare room
Perhaps in a shed
Saint Nicholas toils and scratches his head

He ponders and wonders
His beard all awry
He prays and he begs for a hint from the sky

He wishes he knew what his loved ones would like
Sarah and Jessie and Sweet Little Mike
And even the secret desire of Missus
Saint Nicholas wants to earn all of their kisses

So he sits and he thinks
And he sits and he thinks
And he drinks a cold potion while he sits and thinks

And what to his wondering mind doth appear
(it isn't the poem and it isn't the beer)
The whole thing came onto him wonderful clear

Whatever I make for the people I love
Will seem unto them like a gift from above
For Love and Creation are naught but the same

For Love and Creation are naught but the same
Regards,

Tom Watson

tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)

http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/

Henry Winkler?

I want a Ferrari



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On Thu, 21 Dec 2006 19:52:56 -0600, (John) wrote:

Henry Winkler?


May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.


Apologies (and Thanks) to Mr. Zimmerman.



Regards,

Tom Watson

tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)

http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/

Tom Watson wrote in
:

Santa's' Dilemma



In a shop in a basement
Or maybe outside
Or maybe the place where the cars used to hide

Perhaps in a spare room
Perhaps in a shed
Saint Nicholas toils and scratches his head

He ponders and wonders
His beard all awry
He prays and he begs for a hint from the sky

He wishes he knew what his loved ones would like
Sarah and Jessie and Sweet Little Mike
And even the secret desire of Missus
Saint Nicholas wants to earn all of their kisses

So he sits and he thinks
And he sits and he thinks
And he drinks a cold potion while he sits and thinks

And what to his wondering mind doth appear
(it isn't the poem and it isn't the beer)
The whole thing came onto him wonderful clear

Whatever I make for the people I love
Will seem unto them like a gift from above
For Love and Creation are naught but the same

For Love and Creation are naught but the same
Regards,

Tom Watson

tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)

http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/

Amen, friend.

Patriarch

I've got a question for Tom.

When the hell do you find time to do woodworking since
you must go through half a library worth of reading
(AND remembering) a month? How you can read all
that WHILE you must be listening to every song that's
been recorded over the last forty or fifty years - and
then remember the lyrics and recall them at will?

The poems you come up with that hit the mark dead
center, the Adventures of Nowrecki - WHEN DO YOU SLEEP?

Always look foreward to your posts 'cause there's
a very high probability it's going to be a keeper
to be saved in the Great Stories folder - and reread.

Thanks. Keep 'em coming.

charlie b