DAVIS HOMES OF CHRISTMASES PAST
DAVIS HOMES OF CHRISTMASES PAST
Roger A. Davis
This story spans the writers’ lifetime
My hope is for all of you to enjoy this rhyme
Because it will overlap our family generations
And highlight our Christmas celebrations
We will start at the Attica farm of Mama and Papa Grace
Where grandkids made popcorn and cranberry lace
Glorious meals that started with prayer said
There was always plenty, we went home well-fed
Then later, Harper became the place for our holiday meet
Their new home was a great retreat
I remember Dad breaking the egg
And then family members laughing and pulling his leg
Goddard, then Howard was next on Pop's career
The distance caused the family many a tear
A great big home with an upstairs sleeping porch
Glassed in; good for winter, not summer - it would scorch
Papa Grace's well-deserved retirement came
Moved to Lindsborg of Little Sweden fame
Once again settled in with their families nearby
Easy now to stop in and say hi
Another big home for many overnighters to stay
And, yes, once again to host Christmas Day
Just twenty miles from our folks at the Eden Prairie School
Which Dad and Pop made into a home with many a tool
In their twilight years, Mama and Papa Grace moved to Pratt
Lived where Vicki and Rick had lived at
Another special place that has had good fellowship
And over the years, an occasional holiday nap and nip
Hardtner, Fairview, and Attica - homes of our childhood
The new home in Attica that Pop and Dad built, they were good
A big picture window were Mom displayed a sad looking tree
I always thought she bought them because she felt pity
One Indian summer Christmas Day
I went out with two holstered fanner fifties to play
For holidays, we went to the Davis farm or the Cook's
And Attica is where I became an avid reader of books
To Salina on Highland Drive, we moved my junior year
I had a lot of starting-over fear
Then it was to the schoolhouse home near Marquette
Remember Mama Cook's mink stole? A bed for our German shepherd pet
Peggy's favorite time was Christmas and Colorado
Off shopping for decorations we would go
Four trees at home some years she would do
She loved giving decorations and not just a few
Rick and Vicki lived on a farm west of Marquette
Two-story, three children and Maggie the pet
I remember their dining room/pool table with holiday meal
Vicki has a talent to make food have great appeal
Then Dad and Rick, career-wise, went northeast
Once, in their country home near Netawaka, we had a Christmas feast
Then B.O.M.O. they founded in Pratt
The place to buy a travel trailer at
Davis children have had homes in other towns
Usually in places to go for their graduating gowns
Now we are spread out multi-state
Yet, it is to Pratt this day we gravitate
The past has become present this Christmas of 2008
And all the families have gathered; this is truly great
Thanks again, Vicki and Rick, for being the gracious hostess and host
May this poem wish you all a Merry Christmas and be a Happy New Year toast
Roger A. Davis
This story spans the writers’ lifetime
My hope is for all of you to enjoy this rhyme
Because it will overlap our family generations
And highlight our Christmas celebrations
We will start at the Attica farm of Mama and Papa Grace
Where grandkids made popcorn and cranberry lace
Glorious meals that started with prayer said
There was always plenty, we went home well-fed
Then later, Harper became the place for our holiday meet
Their new home was a great retreat
I remember Dad breaking the egg
And then family members laughing and pulling his leg
Goddard, then Howard was next on Pop's career
The distance caused the family many a tear
A great big home with an upstairs sleeping porch
Glassed in; good for winter, not summer - it would scorch
Papa Grace's well-deserved retirement came
Moved to Lindsborg of Little Sweden fame
Once again settled in with their families nearby
Easy now to stop in and say hi
Another big home for many overnighters to stay
And, yes, once again to host Christmas Day
Just twenty miles from our folks at the Eden Prairie School
Which Dad and Pop made into a home with many a tool
In their twilight years, Mama and Papa Grace moved to Pratt
Lived where Vicki and Rick had lived at
Another special place that has had good fellowship
And over the years, an occasional holiday nap and nip
Hardtner, Fairview, and Attica - homes of our childhood
The new home in Attica that Pop and Dad built, they were good
A big picture window were Mom displayed a sad looking tree
I always thought she bought them because she felt pity
One Indian summer Christmas Day
I went out with two holstered fanner fifties to play
For holidays, we went to the Davis farm or the Cook's
And Attica is where I became an avid reader of books
To Salina on Highland Drive, we moved my junior year
I had a lot of starting-over fear
Then it was to the schoolhouse home near Marquette
Remember Mama Cook's mink stole? A bed for our German shepherd pet
Peggy's favorite time was Christmas and Colorado
Off shopping for decorations we would go
Four trees at home some years she would do
She loved giving decorations and not just a few
Rick and Vicki lived on a farm west of Marquette
Two-story, three children and Maggie the pet
I remember their dining room/pool table with holiday meal
Vicki has a talent to make food have great appeal
Then Dad and Rick, career-wise, went northeast
Once, in their country home near Netawaka, we had a Christmas feast
Then B.O.M.O. they founded in Pratt
The place to buy a travel trailer at
Davis children have had homes in other towns
Usually in places to go for their graduating gowns
Now we are spread out multi-state
Yet, it is to Pratt this day we gravitate
The past has become present this Christmas of 2008
And all the families have gathered; this is truly great
Thanks again, Vicki and Rick, for being the gracious hostess and host
May this poem wish you all a Merry Christmas and be a Happy New Year toast
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