Elder Huffaker

Elder Huffaker

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

'Twas Two Days Before Christmas

Brandon waxed poetic, and at Christmas, he sent us this poem that he composed himself:

'Twas two days before Christmas and all through the mission,
All the Elders were anxious for what they've been wishin'.
The boxes were stacked in Kingston without care,
In hopes that thieves wouldn't break into there.
The senior couples were nestled all snug in their beds,
While thoughts of Christmas day danced in their old little heads.
President Graff in his suit Sister Graff in her dress,
Had just finished their plans for this big Christmas mess.
When all of a sudden there arose a new clamor,
They sprang to their feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the door they flew in a flash,
Unbolted the locks and the gate with a crash.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But three strange men, not a single reindeer.
With a fashion so strange, curious and bizarre,
You'd be sure that they had never been in one single car.
More brilliant than people they strode up the drive,
And they started to call out before they'd arrive.
President Graff, Sister Graff hold on and wait,
Elder Tanner, Elder McGrath we wont keep you too late.
First past the gate and then past the cars,
They obviously weren't coming from any bars.
So up to the door they walked really fast,
And came immediately in, not first or last.
And then in the kitchen they straightway sat down,
All of them smiled, not one single frown.
The Graffs, they sat too, the Assistants they stood,
To all listen eagerly to hear what is so good.
These three were all dressed in old looking clothes,
Whatever material it is, it all just glows.
They carried nothing, just the clothes on their backs,
Yet they had something amazing that required no packs.
Their eyes – how they twinkled and their dimples how merry,
Their cheeks were like roses, one's nose like a cherry.
So their message they shared to those four in the room,
Don't worry it wasn't about some impending doom.
Then they all got some food to put in each belly,
And had a few laughs while President Graff shook like jelly.
So they continued their chat, but not for very long,
Otherwise those three men would break out into song.
With winks from their eyes and nods from their heads,
It was time for them to go and everyone else to their beds.
No one said a thing, not one single word,
And to the door they moved, like their own little herd.
With handshakes goodbye they prepared to depart,
As everyone felt a strong burn in their heart.
Back down the drive to the street did they go,
Which direction they went, no one will know.
But President Graff exclaimed 'ere they walked out of sight,
Merry Christmas to y'all and to y'all a good night.

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