74 degrees here in Kenwood RV at 9:05 pm Friday
Painting wood strips on lattice panels we are going to put behind our Bougenvelia plants.
Several of the wood
strips came off, so
painting them separately.
Finally getting
the rear steps
and platform
finished. Hope these
won't rot for a few years. Have space between boards, sloped them more to the outside, and have paint with some sand-like material in it for good footing.
Entertainment at the Rec Hall Thursday evening was a group with Christmas skit about employees at a hardware store.
Added a few more lights on the handrail to our front door. Judging was to be done tonight for best-lighted place; but, our air-headed management was not here today and were told she did the judging last night. Who knows when it will be announced. There were about five golf carts in a parade going around the park just after dark this evening, but I did not get any photos.
Usual stuff this week, with our going to Barbershop practice in McAllen on Tuesday, had Pegs & Jokers at Butch's house on Wednesday with Pat, Bob & Bobi, went to meet & greet on Thursday and Phyllis had quilt work in the morning and then at noon they had a Cookie Exchange and salad lunch Thursdy.
Will stop for now.
The Christmas Coat
An old boy was fumblin
around one day
In a women’s clothing
store
He’d found his wife a
Christmas coat
And was headed for the
door
When he bumped into a
little boy
That looked like he
was lost
And he said “Mister
can you help me
Find out how much
something costs?
Here it is almost
Christmas
And the nights are
gettin cold
Winter time is on us
And my mom don’t have
a coat
I’ve been workin for
the neighbors
And saving for a time”
And in his tiny
outstretched hand
Was a dollar and a
dime
His gaze went from
that big eyed boy
To that pretty
Christmas coat
And he finally cleared
away the lump
That had gathered in
his throat
He said “Son
that’s just what this
coat costs
We’re lucky that we
found ‘er”
And he turned around
and gave a wink
To the lady at the
counter
She put it in a pretty
box
And wrapped it up just
so
And went off in the
back
And found a big red
Christmas bow
He said “ I thank you
for your help sir
And I kindly thank you
ma’am
I hope y’all are gonna
have a big Christmas
Cause now I know I am”
Well the old boy
walked home busted
Except for the dollar
and the dime
Thinkin he’d just have
to buy
The coat another time
He told his wife that
Christmas this year
Wouldn’t be much fun
And he gently took her
in his arms
And told her what he’d
done
She said “ why you old
softie
I wouldn’t trade you
for a farm
I’ve got two or three
old coats
And your love to keep
me warm “
She put that money in
a matchbox
And placed it beneath
their tree
And said “that is the
grandest gift
You’ve ever given me”
The years went by like
years will do
When people are in
love
Their marriage was a
golden bond
That was forged by God
above
Then one day came some
bitter news
That filled his heart
with fright
The doctor told the
old man’s wife
That she was going to
lose her sight
He said “there’s an
operation we can do
But it puts me on the
spot
Cause it’s a quite
complex procedure
And it’s going to cost
a lot”
The old man said
“doctor I’m a failure
I’ve made no
preparation
We don’t have the
money
For that kind of an
operation “
The doctor got the
strangest look
And he sat there for a
while
And then he slowly
nodded
And he broke out in a
smile
He said “ why sir you
can’t fool me
You’re a very wealthy
man
You long ago invested
In the world’s best
savings plan
I’ll see she gets the
best of care
She’s going to be just
fine
And the total cost to
you old friend
Is a dollar and a
dime”
The old man stared in
disbelief
Then he recognized
that smile
The one he’d seen
those years ago
On a loving thoughtful
child
He said “what you gave
to me that day
Was more than just a
coat
You gave me the gift
of giving
And you gave my mother
hope
My mother’d been
mistreated
Neglected and abused
But she gave life just
one more chance
And it was all because
of you
Now every year she
takes that coat
And lays it beneath
our tree
It represents to us
the things
That Christmas ought
to be
She says that when we
leave this world
For a better home
someday
The only things that
we’ll take with us
Are the things we gave
away “
Lynn
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