The Crow's Nest

“IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS, EVERYWHERE YOU GO”! Christmas lights adorn many homes and tree lights flicker through the windows as you drive around our town. Santa should have no trouble finding Edinburg and the surrounding community. Our Main Street looks so festive with wreathes and banners on our beautiful streetlights. Fred, Jackson and Taylor Hall strung lights on every building downtown. Why, Edinburg looks like a miniature Kansas City Plaza all lit up for the holidays!!!

What a time we had in the old town the other night! Our local Community Club sponsored a “Community Christmas” party for our citizens. It was a smashing success! We expected about 100 people—over 200 came to spend an evening together. We served BBQ’s along with potato chips, pickles, cider and Christmas goodies. Local businesses and individuals donated gift baskets for a silent auction. We also had drawings for hams and turkeys provided by local people. Jeanette Gemmill, Julie Byron, Sheri Stabo and Katie Hall had great games for all the kids. They even had a cakewalk for the adults! Of course, the evening was topped off with a visit from Santa Claus. It really was a fun, fun evening for everyone. We will have to do this again.

With the holidays there are many activities around town. The 46th Annual Candlelight Service will be held at Trinity Lutheran this coming Sunday evening. Ruth Hall manages to convince a bunch of us to come and sing Christmas music for a church full of listeners. We usually have only 4-5 practices (and we all do not make it to every practice by any means), but it always seems to come together. School concerts plus organization parties keeps everyone busy at this time of the year.

Once again it is the traveling season for Allen and Judy Sorbo. They left yesterday to drive to St Peter, MN to watch their daughter Sara play basketball for the Concordia Cobbers. Sara had a terrific game last Wednesday night against St Thomas. She scored 21 points, had 8 steals and 8 rebounds in a 62 – 48 win for the Cobbers. I read the Fargo Forum on-line to keep up to date on Sara.

Snow started falling today around 2 PM. Tonight it is like a fairy-land outside as the snow slowly drifts to the ground. It is a good evening to be home. Local weathermen are asking people to drive cautiously on the roads in the area as they are slippery.

When you get to be my age you easily fall into the pattern of reminiscing. I was sitting at our desktop the other day Christmas shopping and I started remembering as a youngster our forays into Christmas shopping in Grand Forks. We would seem to always go on the coldest day possible. We would leave immediately after school and shop downtown Grand Forks. Dad would head to Reutell’s Men’s Store while I would follow mom to Bray’s or Norby’s. We would ALWAYS meet at Griffith’s when shopping was done and possibly go to the Golden Hour for coffee. I think the old way surely was more adventuresome than sitting at my laptop.

TJ and Katie Hall left yesterday for a pre-Christmas vacation to Las Vegas. Runa Sveen has moved in to Borg and she told me she is very content. We are going to Borg this afternoon to help Orlando Gryde celebrate is 83rd birthday. Marianne Eisenmann is now at the Good Samaritan Center in Park River.

Have a great day and a very Merry Christmas. Talk with you later.


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December 5, 2008

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A Christmas Poem

T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone. In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight did I see. No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary. I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in disorder, not how I had pictured an United States soldier.

Was this a hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for his bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world the children would play, and grownups would celebrate Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice. "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice".

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep. I could not control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours so silent and still, and both of us shivered from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night. This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

The soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "carry on Santa, It's Christmas Day, all is secure."

One look at my watch and I knew he was right. Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.

This was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan