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An Old Man at Christmas

Updated on December 19, 2012
Cherished Christmas memories
Cherished Christmas memories
evening shadows fall
evening shadows fall
the Christmas moon
the Christmas moon
the sun eagerly awaits
the sun eagerly awaits
daylight is to come soon
daylight is to come soon
morning's light to grace the scene
morning's light to grace the scene
a special tree, so meaningful
a special tree, so meaningful
a smile comes to his aged face
a smile comes to his aged face
The church choir sings
The church choir sings

To Christmas



The old man sits alone in the dark, as he awaits the coming fine day,

His memories now, to take him far back, as if in his mind, to play.

The times of much joy and celebration, so real, in thoughts, sublime,

They to fly away then, to a happier season, as if in a machine of time.




There was a time when children all ran, to play and to sing their songs,

The tree in the hall, the grandest spot of all, the holly there, to belong.

The books were read before time for bed, as they waited eagerly, the morn,

With happy thoughts of Santa Clause, when the baby Jesus, was to be born.




The stockings were all hung with such care, above the fireplace, so warm,

Such a glorious past, and for him to last, that his mind, in recalling, did form.

The wonderful treats, and great oven-baked meats, the tasty bread, to eat,

The care of precious hands, to prepare, by his wife, so smart and so sweet.




Now she was gone away, but her fond memory, still lingered, to be in his heart,

There would never be a time there, he was not aware, as always she was a part.

The children upstairs were full of the their cares, that Christmas day would bring,

There would be caroling after their dinner, then off to the nearby church, to sing.




The evening shadows, all long since had flown, replaced in the night's swift flight,

The full of the moon, and bright stars to shine, past the window, a welcome sight.

The morning's pale mist, now began to enlist, the beckoning of the warming sun.

Soon it would be a time of great joys, outside, for the girls and the boys, to run.




A sudden light was then switched on, so bright, to startle the old man from his rest,

The scurry of small feet, the lighted tree, to greet, and give them a time of the best.

The kisses and hugs from each small one, and the smiles to be exchanged that day,

Made it all worthwhile, as the love of all was shared, now to remember, why he cared.








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what the old man once painted
what the old man once painted

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      Thank you, teaches, and I hope you and yours have a merry Christmas and happy new year.

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      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      Whonu, may your Christmas be filled with all such joy as you have posted here. The Old Man's final painting is the capture of the season's joy. Thank you for the memories from the past.

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      Thanks Kathy, and you as well. whonu

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      kathyjones1952@at 4 years ago from Jasper, Alabama

      Beautiful! I hope you have a very Merry Christmas :)!

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      thanks for stopping by, whonu.

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Wonderful ;I so enjoyed this gem and here's to so many more to follow.

      Eddy.

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      Mhatter, It reminded me of my times in the past when I sat up at night assembling bikes and scooters. Those were the days, my friend. whonu

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      This took me back to the times I tortured my kid by slowly making a cup of coffee before opening presents. Boy, were they helpful! Thanks for reawakening this.

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      Thank you for sharing in this and please stop by again, Audrey, whonu

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      Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

      Beautiful write--with a great twist at the end--loved this