Christmas at the Old Farmhouse
Written for Christmas 1978
In Loving Memory of the J.A. Butler Home
by Margaret June Tye Butler  (daughter in law)

Away out on a lonely hillside
Where for Miles the eye can see,
Stands Grandpa's old White farm house.
Just as lonely as lonely can be.

Through the many years of Christmas seasons,
A loving family met here on Christmas Day.
It no longer holds those loved ones,
Who made it all so bright and gay.

Christmas was always a joyful time
To this old farmhouse beside the way,
As gifts piled high, dinner waited on the table,
For the blessing, Bless this house, Oh Lord, We pray.

The old farm house was built by Grandpa many years ago.
Dreaming sweet and loving thoughts with every nail.
But now it stands all alone and deserted,
While out in front a sign reads "For Sale."

A loving Mom and Dad have left it,
For a beautiful Mansion in the sky.
All the younger ones have scattered,
across the ridges and mountains high.

Christmas will soon be here again
and the old farm house is oh, so blue.
All it's windows are so dark and bare,
Not a light to shine a welcome just for you.

The old house will always share a memory
of the Christmas seasons that long have flown.
For all the loved ones in the Butler Family,
Precious Memories will always call it, "Home."

If this old house could only speak today,
It would say "Merry Christmas dear loved ones,
And all those happy memories its known
will echo from the past, and call to you
a welcome Home.