This holiest of all the nights,
I wonder what it means?
It's surely more than candlelights
On tinselled evergreens.
It's more than toys that make it dear
And eating pleasant things,
For if you listen right you'll hear
A murmuring of wings.
My grandma says its more than fun
And hanging up your stocking.
It's knowing any needy one
Might be the Savior knocking.
It's helping those who feel the rod
Of grief and heavy labors.
I guess its being nice to God
By loving all your neighbors
Dear Stewart:

Here's a little present. I'm sure you will know how to use it. And don't overlook the affection it carries from

Gaki Neihardt