A Christmas Memory ( a poem of nostalgia)
Every year, about this very special time,
My thoughts run back, to a Christmas Past,
The times spent there and so long ago,
Those that we wish would forever to last.
Grandmother's house, a wreath on the door,
Tree lit up brightly, blue candles to adore,
Sweet smells of deserts, all wafted about,
While Grandfather, in bed, so loudly to snore,
Grown children, all were there so early,
Their own kids, excited, all raring to go,
As grownups shared recipes, family pride,
Cold winds of the season, outside, to blow.
Outdoors, cousins, each to frolic and laugh,
Enjoying the chance to share and to play,
Climbing a tree, at grandma's nice house,
Helped make the most of our happiest day.
The best of all seasons, is at Christmas.
Each year, this holiday of such fine cheer,
Sharing the warmth with family and friends,
All our loved ones, that we hold so dear.
As the menfolk there shared war stories,
Kids played outside in much glee,
Mothers, aunts, and grandma,all cooked,
Busily worked on the kitchen chores, to be.
The sweet smell of frosted cakes and pies,
Filtered through the season's fine air,
Basted turkey and dressing, with all trimmings,
Aromas, to smell so rich and fair.
At the midday hour all gathered around,
Said the blessing and then a feast began,
As grand dad led us all in the prayer,
Our holiday food, passed with great care.
We ate so much, our stomachs did hurt,
Many, the dessert table had to skirt.
Not us kids, with a grin on each face,
As we piled desserts upon our plates.
Back out doors, then we all were to run,
To spend some time in the mid day sun.
Tables were cleaned up, all orderly again,
As the ladies rested, the gossip to begin.
By late evening and with tree lights turned on,
All gathered once again, to sing holiday songs.
Grand dad played the piano and his guitar,
As we admired the cedar tree's bright star.
Presents were exchanged, when all gifts received,
The spirit of the season, all shared and believed.
As grandfather stood, with his bible in hand,
He said our last prayer, his love to understand,
Christmas was now over, one year had just past,
That most special day we wish, forever to last.
After hugs and kisses, and the fondest farewell,
All departed for homes, with nice stories to tell.
Another Noel, sweet Christmas, yet, to be here,
We'll await in anticipation, this season of cheer.
Those special days in December, so long ago,
Remains in our hearts, in our memories, all aglow.
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