I search through all the Christmas cards
In drug and deparment stores
Gazed on Santa's picture
Read verses by the scores
There were none to meet my fancy
Somehow they were incomplete
So with these Yule time poets
I find I must compete
If all the million verses
Of greeting cards were true
Had by me been written
and dedicated to you
They would not be sufficient
My wishes to unfold
For you there is no limit
As to what my heart will hold -
Merry Christmas!
- The Old Fisherman -
Written by my Great Grandfather - Clyde Baker
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