Homestead High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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Hey it's almost Christmas, said the students of Homestead when they happened to think ahout it. Like ornaments forgotten in a Christmas hox amid the sparkle of the holiday season: we waited for that special something to tell us it was Christmas. In many ways Christmas didn't come to Homestead. Ice storms, prior to the holidays, hrought an unexpected canceling of the sophomore-sponsored Christmas dance, and the Y-teen Christmas Bureau program. Without these traditional catalyst of holiday spirit we became lost. Yet it was the helief in Santa Claus, the funny red-suited myth that inspired the exchange of gifts and cards in the halls, and the retention of a sadly sparce Christmas tree in the puhlications room. Vacation found us celebrating in our own special ways. Merry Christmas HOMESTEAD! To tell us it was Christmas ' 7 .1452-,, myth? L'Jv ' -55: I. f' .135 yas - if Q-as ,ll l' , I- . ya iucmiml lt l X ' P fl, C D .9 'Irv zu ,P.f,w:,. 1 Q,zf3v'2'lN 'ff 1 5: . f . . . I , , , . ., Jrqrgp-V ,, D f, . , . 1 1 s -f , . . ., - ' 'I Qjrhovtffvvu l3'hL lv :ZW ., ,,1j:1, L. 'IVv ,v .V 'Y ' . - 1 A . ,I 1 1, J

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MAKE BELIEVE l wish l could believe in Santa Claus And the Tooth Fairy ll need the moneyj And the Sand Man and jack Frost. lt's too bad we have to sit And feel sorry for ourselves, Only because we have to face real things, And too often lend up facing them with tears. lwanta find an easy way out, Don't like to think too hard And get lost and confused. just wanta be on my own And look at things the way l should for rather wouldj Make up new songs of make believe And love that never was. Where's Santa Claus lust when l need him... Doug Platt CHRISTMAS EVE NIGHT Snow on the ground gently falling The fire is warm, Stay here please. Listen to the old man, telling a story of story book days and ofpast winter's glories. The children are listening Let's you and I Forget all the things That made our childhood die For I want to believe That Santa is here and happily ever after Will come Year after year. The story is over But don 't leave The fire is warm stay here, Please. CHRISTMAS DAY Heather waits, Covered by wrappings of her gifts- Excited more by boxes than their contents . ,. Everyone is busy thanking Everyone- f it's what l always wanted! j And searching for the sales slip. Grandpa slowly fades fl do believe I ate too muchj and Christmas Day rounds another bend in the cycle. Heather stands, Framed by the frost patterns on the glass ..... The snowflakes sound: Much like cannon in Napoleonic Air... And chant: Like an endless montage of Monks in Mass. Grandpa fades again --- Kgti Means and Christmas waits. C.H'.B