(By Bettyanne Bruin)
Count Your Blessings:
May your hive always be filled with honey.
May your whore hound candy dish always be o’erflowing.
May your cabin not be completely overwhelmed with dirt.
May the seagulls continue to get rid of all those crickets.
Be grateful…things could be worse…
We could be cavemen!
Happy New Year!!!
Knowing that in this wonderful time period in which we live,
That there are barely forty years to a person’s life,
Enjoy each New Year to the fullest
‘Cause there aren’t very many of them to come around.
From the first time I saw in your full-length gown and bonnet,
I’ve dreamed of shaking your hand.
Have a Happy Valentine’s Day!
Congratulations on arriving in the valley.
You did a great job crossing the plains.
All that work and sweat and tears,
And pulling that handcart too.
Happy, 8th birthday, son!!!
Happy Halloween.
Isn’t it nice knowing
That someday,
A whole generation of people
Will dress up like you
And go door to door,
Making people laugh at how funny they look
And give them candy as a thank you
For a moment of sheer entertainment.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
It’s nice that after all those mornings with nothing but mush in the cabin,
and all of those daily potato cake suppers,
That at least one day a year
We get to eat a seven-course meal.
Christmas is one gift under the tree.
Christmas is stockings made of Dad's old socks, hanging from the hearth.
Christmas is a tender roast from the cow we just killed.
Christmas is snuggling together to keep from freezing to death.
Christmas is taking that once-a-month bath.
Ah, Christmas…the best time of year.