Editor:
Your paper continues to connect me with my old home area. I enjoy that.
It is that time of year, so here is my annual Christmas poem:
When I was just a little child
(Oh, that was long ago!)
I used to rhyme some words to them
So all my friends would know
That Jesus came at Christmastime
To Mary He was born
And gently laid in manger straw
On that first Christmas morn.
In early life, He went around
The towns of Galilee,
Perhaps He used a boat and took
Some fishes from the sea.
At times He walked along the paths
Off to Jerusalem,
For feast days when the crowds would come
And He was one of them.
But He grew up and that was when
He taught about God’s plan
That folks should yield their hearts to Him,
His gift for every man.
He told them He had come to die
So they could be forgiven,
With hearts made clean now they would have
A future home in Heaven.
His message is the same today
It’s written in God’s Word
And so you know that you can’t say
That you have never heard.
Now I am old but still I write
These rhymes of words to you
Please honor Christ this Christmastime
In everything you do.
Eunice Hoien Dahlgren
Vancouver, Wash.