Twas the week before Christmas And all over the net Things were quiet People busy, you bet. There were presents to wrap And goodies to bake Plus going to Grandmas Arrangements to make. Each would take time A little each day; To check the E-mail And go the Newsgroup way. For friends on the net Are part of our lives. They're with us in joy And when we have hives. In the Tables'n Scopes Group Where Joe hangs out; The Tooters were tooting Without a doubt. For learning,sharing and caring Are always in tune But at this time of year Not later but soon. The tables were rising The grads flying high; Cuz tabling's free There's nothing to buy. But the folks that make The Newsgroup go. Are the best on the net And that's no blow. Each is more precious Than silver or gold. And the contribution of each, Never gets old. The things that we share Are treasures for sure And nothing equals, Not even mir. When the season is over And the tree taken down, These treasures remain In every town. And we say to you all. As we always do Very Happy Holidays From the whole crew. Poem by ~ Sally ~ Page Design by ~ Becky ~ ©2007