Wednesday, 21 December 2011

A Poem for Christmas

All I Want For Christmas Is A New Surname
 
Dear Santa: Don't bring me new dishes,
I don't need a new kind of game.
Genealogists have peculiar wishes
For Christmas I just want a surname.
 
A new washing machine would be great,
But it's not the desire of my life.
I've just found an ancestor's birth date;
What I need now is the name of his wife.
 
My heart doesn't yearn for a ring
That would put a real diamond to shame.
What I want is a much cheaper thing;
Please give me Mary's last name.
 
To see my heart singing with joy,
Don't bring me a real leather suitcase,
Bring me a genealogist's toy;
a surname with dates and a place.
 
 
(author unknown)

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