Monday, December 14, 2009

December 5th Meeting-One of the Best Yet!

Well, we didn't have snow on December 5, but we had some wonderful chilly weather, which made the fireplace on the deck all the more inviting and warm. The warmest part of the morning was the cheer and good spirits of all who gathered to kick off the Holiday Season with friends and to contribute to making some little girls in Afghanistan very happy! We had an assortment of just about everything a child could want. Brightly colored paper, folders, pens, pencils, markers, bookbags, and all kinds of things to make school more enjoyable. We also had lots of pretty "hair things", bracelets, lotions and on and on. I lost count of how many boxes we put together. We even ran out of boxes and some stuff had to be mailed separately. It was a joyous occasion and many thanks to all of you who brought items or sent items. Several of you who couldn't attend the meeting went out of your way to get your stuff to somebody who could bring it. That is truly going above and beyond. We have such a wonderful group of ladies, and it just makes the hard times more bearable with friends like this. Once again, our heartfelt thanks go out to Eve for coordinating yet another worthwhile project for us to participate in.

It is time for us to start seriously thinking about the Convention of the Saturday Morning Girls that will be held in San Antonio. It sounds like those ladies have already been hard at work putting plans in place. Please start looking at your calendar and thinking about the possibility of attending the Convention. We will need to start getting some firm commitments fairly soon. I would guess by mid-January, early February. The San Antonio group is still pursing having Sarah Palin attend and be our featured speaker. Wouldn't that be great?? We will be holding the Convention at the Historic Menger Hotel beginning March 26th.
We can now begin making reservations, but make sure to tell the Menger it is for Saturday Morning In America to receive the $105 room rate. That rate is good no matter how many will be staying in the room, so if roommates wish, they can divide the cost. We will soon have a mailing address to remit your conference cost of $150. I will keep you all in touch as the information comes in. Checks can be made out to Saturday Morning San Antonio.

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a break from all the hustle and bustle. If you're traveling, be safe. We'll be getting together on January 9 for our next meeting. I will send out a reminder the first of January. Thanks again for a fabulous year with some fabulous people and a special THANKS to Linda and Rufus for hosting us each month! You are the BEST!!!

Keith

Friday, December 4, 2009

A New Christmas Poem

This poem was written by a Marine.

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER IN IRAQ , LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY! COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'