JANE
To say that Jane was dull would be a little unfair,
But she did give the impression that she did not care,
Until it came time for Christmas then a light came on,
And oh, how radiantly her whole being always shone.
She lived alone and her relatives were quite few,
But every year her home was decorated with something new,
Always was in the winners for the best decorated front yard,
All through December she seemed to work so very hard.
Anyone who called was given a gift from under her tree
There was always playing some happy Christmas melody.
Food to feed many always laid out for those in need,
She was at Christmas time a wonderful treasure indeed.
January came again and the other Jane reappeared,
I thought to myself that the change seemed so weird,
So I went to visit her maybe to find out the reason why
There was such a change, when I went in I wanted to cry.
To make Christmas special and give so much away
She lived a life of sacrifice doing without for many a day.
So Jane’s Christmas light was made by giving all year.
She is just an angle serving, not at all queer.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 14, 2005