A New Twist on an Old Tale.

When Betty Lou's son was just a tiny little lad, he asked his mother one day while sitting in the grocery cart in the middle of assorted sundries,

"Mommy, what's a peg leg?"

"A peg leg?" I repeated it back to him to ascertain that I had heard correctly.

"A peg leg," he repeated.

"Well, a peg leg is something a pirate might have. It means that someone has lost his leg and it has been replaced with a wooden stump so the person can still walk." And then, because I had to know why I asked him,

"Why did you want to know what a peg leg is?" In complete earnestness he looked up at me and said,

"It's from that poem ... you know ... about Santa ..." Huh? I didn't have a clue until he added as explanation -

"... a bundle of toys he had flung on his back and he looked like a peg leg just opening his pack."

The End.

JOY to the World!

Tis the season ... fa la la la la la la la la ... the snow is fallin' and friends are callin' "yoo hoo!" ... ransom captive Israel ... baby, it's cold outside ... when you kiss your little baby you've kissed the face of God ... hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch ... pa rum pum pum ... and he looked like a peddlar just opening his pack ... eleven pipers piping ... we want some figgy pudding ... in exelsis de-o ... o come let us adore him ... star of wonder, star of night ... Santa Claus is coming to town ... love and joy come to you ... later on we'll conspire as we dream by the fire ... fum, fum, fum ... and to all a good night.