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Gifts from My Cousin

When I heard the postman knock at my door,
I thought my Carson's order had arrived.
But, no, it was surprise box from 
my cousin Cheryl and her husband Jerry!
Getting the scissors, I scored the box lid with them
and quickly opened the box,
then took my gifts from 
the shiny, gorgeous gold bag.
Ta da, my gifts are...
"Dandy" the bear,
as in Yankee Doodle Dandy,
I opine,
and a rocking horse!
Now, this song by George M. Cohan 
is marching around in my head!

I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
A Yankee Doodle, do or die.
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the fourth of July.

I’ve got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She’s my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies.
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.

When I saw Dandy up close, with
his long arms and the Mohair material
of which he's made,
the similarities to Steiff bears came to my mind.
The history of Steiff bears can be viewed here.

Cheryl and family:
thank you!
merci beaucoup!
danke schon!
grazie mille!
muchas gracias!


Comments

Al said…
Very festive Yankee ornaments!

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