"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there."
But... the children were NOT nestled all snug in their beds...
to give his family a present of a different kind.
And so, on Christmas Eve, to our surprise
We trekked on the new snow,
Crisps steps, in the cotton air.
All the way to this important affair...
With his frozen hands, in his wet clothes
He had built an igloo
All on his own
Seventeen hours he had spent, in the dark of two nights,
Building this construction, with all his might
He was so proud, and so were we!
Building an igloo, what a great feat!
Perhaps Nanook had something to do with this new found skill!
Son, you gave me the best gift of all,
a present of the heart
the present of the present
and the present of the past.
You have no idea the memories, this trek through the snow brought back
Christmasses in France, a long long time ago,
Spent by the warmth of my grand ma's stove,
Walking up the snowy hill, hand in hand with my grand father
On our way to a room full of singing men plucking geese, and floating down dancing in the air
Smells of burnt feather, from the goose being singed.
Sit quiet little girl. Watch the adults work, and prepare for the holy feast.
Thank you son...
And for you and all...
Disclaimer : Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely NOT coincidental.
The original Nanook from 1922