In Burnside, Kentucky we fell heir to some dough;
But before the next Christmas, it had to go.
For in July we had the Doc to pay;
And mother and I fell heir to A. J.
By A.Z. Matthews, December 24, 1925
One of the fondest memories of Christmas was the tradition that A. Z. Matthews handed down to his clan; and the reading of the Family Christmas Poem began.
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