Post by drocknut on Dec 24, 2010 8:04:09 GMT -5
The Night Before Christmas - Rockhound style
By Edna F. Pauli
Golden Spike Gem & Mineral Society
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Note a creature was stirring, there wasn't room for a mouse
With geodes and nodules under table and chair,
A wee little mouse couldn't squeeze in anywhere.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
As visions of fossil fish swam through their heads.
And Mother, dreaming of Opal and me of a lap.
Had just settled down for a long winter‟s nap.
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I jumped out of bed, mad as a hatter!
Just as our clock tolled its 3:00 a.m. chime,
I opened the door and took a long look.
The sight that I saw there would make quite a book.
For parking in front with a roar and a squeak,
Was dear old St. Nick in a well-loaded jeep.
He paused just a moment to check his long list,
And make double certain no one would be missed.
There's agate, onyx, turquoise, and rhodonite,
Carnelian, crystal, sapphire, and malachite.
He named every stone I ever had heard,
And my heart was so happy it sang like a bird.
For rocks to a rockhound are really a must,
Right next to that stuff labeled, “In God We Trust.”
It took quite a while to do this little chore,
But as soon as he‟d finished, he came straight for our door!
And I can‟t understand, though I've honestly tried,
But before I could turn, he was right there inside.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work.
And I stood there and watched though I felt like a “jerk.”
For he knew what I wanted more than I did myself.
And was wise beyond reason, this right jolly old elf.
The gifts he had brought were trips for next year,
And the making of new friends from far and near.
The singing of old songs around campfires bright,
And being with the gang every rock meeting night.
He picked up his pack and prepared to depart,
And I gave him my thanks from the bottom of my heart.
For friendship we know is a wonderful gem,
And the principal key to “Peace Among Men.”
He sprang to his jeep, and stepped on the gas,
And left 'mid the snowflakes which sparkled like glass.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas, Rockhounds, and to all a Good Night!”
From December 1995 ROCKHOUND RECORD
By Edna F. Pauli
Golden Spike Gem & Mineral Society
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Note a creature was stirring, there wasn't room for a mouse
With geodes and nodules under table and chair,
A wee little mouse couldn't squeeze in anywhere.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
As visions of fossil fish swam through their heads.
And Mother, dreaming of Opal and me of a lap.
Had just settled down for a long winter‟s nap.
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I jumped out of bed, mad as a hatter!
Just as our clock tolled its 3:00 a.m. chime,
I opened the door and took a long look.
The sight that I saw there would make quite a book.
For parking in front with a roar and a squeak,
Was dear old St. Nick in a well-loaded jeep.
He paused just a moment to check his long list,
And make double certain no one would be missed.
There's agate, onyx, turquoise, and rhodonite,
Carnelian, crystal, sapphire, and malachite.
He named every stone I ever had heard,
And my heart was so happy it sang like a bird.
For rocks to a rockhound are really a must,
Right next to that stuff labeled, “In God We Trust.”
It took quite a while to do this little chore,
But as soon as he‟d finished, he came straight for our door!
And I can‟t understand, though I've honestly tried,
But before I could turn, he was right there inside.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work.
And I stood there and watched though I felt like a “jerk.”
For he knew what I wanted more than I did myself.
And was wise beyond reason, this right jolly old elf.
The gifts he had brought were trips for next year,
And the making of new friends from far and near.
The singing of old songs around campfires bright,
And being with the gang every rock meeting night.
He picked up his pack and prepared to depart,
And I gave him my thanks from the bottom of my heart.
For friendship we know is a wonderful gem,
And the principal key to “Peace Among Men.”
He sprang to his jeep, and stepped on the gas,
And left 'mid the snowflakes which sparkled like glass.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas, Rockhounds, and to all a Good Night!”
From December 1995 ROCKHOUND RECORD
