Sing a song of Lanark

Published: Monday, December 23, 2013 at 11:22 AM.

Editor’s Note: The following poem was written by J. Kenneth Foster, and appeared in the Apalachicola and Carrabelle Times, dated Dec. 29, 1977


Twas the night before Christmas and all through our town,

No noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down.

No children in flannels were tucked into bed,

They all wore their short pajamas instead.

To find wreaths of holly was not very hard

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