RebeccaS+ChristmasTimes

[|At Christmas Times]

The Union never looked so barren As it did around Christmas time.

The civil war meant improvising Coffee from parched wheat, parched okra seed or parched raw sweet potato chips Was such a thing ever heard of? Such only occurred around Christmas time

And the beauty, where did the beauty go? Was the beauty within the creation, using the loom and spinning wheel Oh no, beautiful clothes were a rarity during the war Especially around Christmas time

I often thank the stars overhead For the trunk given to the women of my family.

Silks, satins, brocades and linens Lasting and allowing to fabricate that which we admired most Without the trunk as our savior Our days would have not have been the same, The days around Christmas time

Yet those without our fortune never seemed to give up When the soldiers returned, filthy and wounded, it was the women who catered to their needs. Making something out of nothing allowed for those merry days, around Christmas time.