Christmas Days of Old

I remember Christmas time
As though it were yesterday.
Stringing popcorn for the tree
Me and Sis at play

Telling little secrets
Of what we made at school
To give to one another
We thought that was cool

But nothing could compare
To the twinkling lights so bright
On our fresh cut pine tree
And the angel lit up high

She was fair with golden hair
And 'neath the Christmas tree
Was the baby Jesus
Among the nativity scene

Snow was falling, glittering
Upon the county road
And visions of Santa was in our heads
As Grandma told stories of old

The smell of cookies baking
And mistletoe o'er the door
We sang as we wrapped presents
To give to kids who were poor

That was the special time
I remember of Christmas past.
It wasn't the lights and carols
But the love put into holidays past.

By: Jene' Lind Dec. 22, 2002
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