by Bill Roushey | Dec 23, 2017 | Holiday, Poetry
Twas the eve before Christmas. “Good night,” had been said, And Annie and Willie had crept into bed; There were tears on their pillows and tears in their eyes, And each little bosom was heaving with sighs, For tonight their stern father’s command had...
by Bill Roushey | Dec 25, 2016 | Holiday, Poetry
Twas the eve before Christmas. “Good night,” had been said, And Annie and Willie had crept into bed; There were tears on their pillows and tears in their eyes, And each little bosom was heaving with sighs, For tonight their stern father’s command had...