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Jim,
Merry Christmas to you....Thanks for the poem.
Here is a Poem from my Great Uncle to my Dad and his brother and sisters,
Christmas 1915. I hope you enjoy.
A Christmas letter to his Nephews and Nieces,
from Braxton Davis Mayo.
Lexington, Virginia,
December 3, 1915.
Dear Joe, Mary, Anna and little Hen'Lov':
Santa Claus, before long, will come to see you.
He'll be there on Christmas if you will be good
Cause he told me himself that he certainly would.
I'm writing this letter to let you all see
That the little old fellow has been to see me.
We had a long talk and some good things to eat-
He's the finest old man I ever did meet.
We met first by chance a few years ago
When I found the old codger asleep in the snow.
I waked him right up ‘fore I knew who he was
And said "who are you" and he said "Santa Claus."
It scared me so badly I most had a fit.
I said to myself "Now I've gone and done it."
But there he was in his red overcoat
With the big fur collar buttoned up to this throat.
He said with a smile, "You are surprised, no doubt,
To see me with an aeroplane flying about."
I quickly acknowledged to him my surprise
And told him I wanted to apologize;
But he wouldn't let me, and said "Oh! I know,
You are the Uncle of dear little Joe."
(That you remember, was long ‘fore the day
Of the other three kids who have come home to stay)
He reached out his hand and took hold of my arm
And said "My good friend, you have done me no harm."
He's not very big, but he's fat as a mole
And Everyone knows he's a good hearted soul.
He loves good girls and good little boys
And brings them all candy and lots of fine toys.
He attends to his business, too. Listen and hear -
He comes down to see me now, year after year.
He knows them by name, their mothers and Pas
Their uncles and aunts, grandads and grandmas.
He asks if they're bad. If they are he will frown
And take out his notebook and jot the fact down.
I told him there wasn't a one of you bad
And he said he would bring all the nice things he had.
A man with more nice things would be hard to find.
Keep on being good so he won't change his mind.
He came this time to his flying machine
And said "No better trip ever was seen.
I've got all the facts, now bless my old soul
I'll have to get back to the good old North Pole."
He started his engine and slipped in the clutch
At first the thing didn't want to go very much.
But soon all the wheels began to go ‘round
And in little or no time he was clear off the ground.
He turned and waved and nodded his head
I saw his lips move, but couldn't hear what he said.
Braxton Davis Mayo
Lexington, VA
December 3, 1915
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all...
Harry Francis
Blacksburg, VA.
N-93530
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