Or, "HOW TWO LITTLE MAIDS FARED COME YULETIDE ON DRABSTONE ROW"
Dedicated to Irene Goldammer, Retired Puyallup, Washington, Elementary School Teacher and Friend with the Heart of a Child who loved this Poem and read it Many Times during her Last year of Life. She was the Only One Who Has Loved This Poem That Much. This Poem is also Dedicated to the Author's late Aunt, Estelle Rangen, Who was a Champion of Faith, in a Valiant Struggle with Cancer of the Liver that She Never Conceded, and Who Also Appreciated This Poem and Requested This Poem to be Read on Her Visit to Plain View Farm at the Reunion of 2000.
To be read by Lamplight, with a Warm Fire in the Grate, along with Cups of Hot Cider or Cocoa to dispell the Chills and Draughts of a Cold Winter Evening
Designed for Grandparents, Parents, and Their Offspring & Descendants, or Simply, Mother and Children
Once there was a cottage rough,
when Christmas gave more than she took.
Muffin-cheeked, their dog named Puff,
two little maids step from a book.
But if one may be e'er so bold,
the sentiment can turn quite cold
as soon as they step back inside
their roof half-thatched, the walls cracked wide--