I am in charge of editing and mailing out their card this year of which I consider a high honor and responsibility- not everyone gets a sneak peek at the theme. A few weeks ago my grandma dictated the poem to me over the phone while Papa listened in to make sure she didn't make any mistakes. My Papa asked me to help edit it, a term which being a journalism major, I take very seriously and my Papa does not
This was our most recent phone conversation:
Amy: "Papa you use the word pole at the end of two consecutive lines. Why don't you change Santa's favorite fishing pole, to Santa's favorite fishing hole?"
Papa: "Well we can't say that, cause we don't know if it is Santa's favorite fishing hole cause he's never fished here before. I think you should leave it like I wrote it."
We wouldn't want to go on making assumptions about Santa would we?
Papa's poems have become a Christmas tradition in our family and I'm so thankful he's 93 and still rhyming away.