T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet Poet I do not know?

Grandpa Scrooge

My grandpa was a scrooge when I was just a child.
He was so hateful and never gave anyone a smile.
Our grandpa was always guiet and never spoke a word.
The talking came from granny thats the only words we heard.
At our Christmas meal granny would say a prayer.
Mean'ol grandpa sat there in his big'ol wooden chair.
He never spoke a word or showed us that he cared.
But on Christmas morning grandpa's tree was never bare.
He handmade a present for each and everyone.
It took him over a year to get them all done.
Thought's of my late grandpa is why Christmas means so much.
I remember the handmade gifts he made with his loving touch.
                        Teresa Skyles

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Dr.Ram Mehta December 17, 2010 at 6:35 PM Remember more our grandparents as they days go bye. Teresa

Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 17, 2010 at 6:28 PM So sweet and touching Teresa... seems Grandpa had a heart of gold to hand make all the gifts... how very dear my friend.. wonderful memories..luv.. enjoyed tonight ..

Andrea Dietrich December 17, 2010 at 4:57 PM Very strange that he withdrew that way and yet showed his caring in his toys he had made by hand. Hmmm. Very interesting, Teresa. My hubbie is a half scrooge. He loves the grandkids but after a while with them, he dismisses himself to the basement to watch tv. haha. Luv, andrea