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The Everyday Wisdom Newsletter December 1st 2011
December 01, 2011


December 1st, 2011

As this year comes to an end we want to say thanks to all of our faithful visitor’s. It has been a pleasure creating this website. We are pleased with the phenomenal growth that we have experienced Our lives are filled with memories from the past, some come from what we have done but many come from others. I have chosen the Norman Rockwell print and the following poem just because of the memories that run through my mind at this time of the year. The Rockwell print was made in 1956, the lad in the print was about the same age as myself. The poem is an old written poem in the late 1800’s by Eugene Fields. It is special to me for the simple reason was I had an uncle that could recite this poem word for word. We knew that after Thanksgiving dinner with a little prompting he would honor us with this poem. It was a sure sign that Christmas was almost here.

Jest 'fore Christmas by Eugene Field

Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl — ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an'things that's worn by Fauntleroy!

Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake
Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache!
'Most all the time, the whole year round,there ain't no flies on me,
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!

Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;
First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at!
Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide,
'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride!

But sometimes when the grocery man is worried an cross,
He reaches at us with his whip, an' larrups up his hoss
An' then I laff an' holler,"Oh, ye never teched me!"
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!

Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man,
I'll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan,
As was et up by the cannibals that live in Ceylon's Isle,
Where every prospeck pleases, an' only man is vile!'

But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show,
Nor read the life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know
That Buff'lo Bill an' cowboys is good enough for me!
Except' jest 'fore Christmas, when I'm as good as I kin be!

And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still,
His eyes they seem a-sayin':"What's the matter, little Bill?"
The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!

But I am so perlite an' tend so earnestly to biz,
that mother says to father: "How improved our Willie is!,"
But father, havin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me
When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be!

For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys,
Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's and q's,
And don't bust out yer pantaloons, and don't wear out yer shoes;

Say "Yessum" to the ladies, and "Yessur" to the men,
An when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again;
But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree,
Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!

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    Some humor to start the month off right.

    A man was stopped by a game warden in Northern Minnesota recently with two buckets of fish leaving a lake well known for its fishing. The game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"

    The man replied to the game warden, "No, sir. These are my pet fish."

    "Pet fish?!" the warden replied.

    "Yes, sir. Every night I take these fish down to the lake and let them swim around for a while. I whistle and they jump back into their buckets, and I take em home."

    "That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"

    The man looked at the game warden for a moment, and then said, "Here, I'll show you. It really works."

    "O.K. I've GOT to see this!" the game warden replied.

    The man poured the fish in to the water and stood and waited. After several minutes, the game warden turned to the man and said, "Well?"

    "Well, what?" the man asked.

    "When are you going to call them back?" the game warden prompted.

    "Call who back?" the man asked.

    "The FISH."

    "What fish?" the man asked.

    For more good jokes visit our humor index page.

    Thank you for your continued support for visiting our website! As always, we are open to ideas and suggestions.

    We hope that in some small way we have made a contribution to your life.

    Take time to create special memories, they will live forever. Wishing you Happy Holidays from the staff of Everyday-Wisdom.

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