Show JUST FOLKS 1 2 FRIENDLY GREETINGS Once in an old time picture book My father called on me to look Upon a miser counting gold Within his hovel bleak and cold A little chest of brass-bound brass wood Upon the floor beside him stood The room was bare barc and he appeared As ragged as his untrimmed beard A creature most f forlorn rIom and sad Counting the dearest earest friends he had strange that picture I should find Still fresh and vivid in my mind And after all the years recall That miser of my boyhood small Yet suddenly I seem to be Counting my friends the same as he And gloating yes the term is right Not over coins of metal bright But over stacks of Christmas cards Which brought us love and kind regards Here for a happy hour or more Ive I've run these Christmas greetings oer Each one a friend who far or near Has sent to me a line of cheer Behold the stack Ill I'll swear it seems Beyond a misers miser's wildest dreams Again I gloat Friends everywhere And still not one that I can spare spar Here in this lovely tinseled heap Are riches that I hope hop to keep 1 |