Christmas Is Always Christmas
We all remember some past December
of cocoa and nights decorating the tree.
Of tinsel and angels and lights burning bright;
and mistletoe hanging…oh what a sight!
And the smell of the pine from the tree that we got
that we proudly picked out from the old corner lot.
And the ornaments the children gingerly placed
all over the tree in just the right space.
Of the candy canes hanging on branches so bright;
and the wreaths and the holly…it all seemed so right.
When putting the star atop of the tree
was all that it took to get a smile out of me.
The wrapping of presents, and writing out cards;
and snowmen and lights softly draping the yards.
Oh the feeling of joy that touched everyone
and held us for days in laughter and fun.
And the Carolers coming to sing at the door;
and the joy on the faces of those they sang for.
And mom’s special cookies and over-baked breads…
The rapturous smells went straight to our heads.
Of turkey and ham and stuffing and pie;
Our tummies so full we thought we would die.
All sitting cozy in the glow of the fire;
looking into the faces we love and admire.
And wrapping ourselves up snuggly and tight
in Grandpa’s strong arms for most of the night.
And Grandma’s perfume encircling our noses;
A sweet flowery scent…like petals of roses.
In moments like these…how good life can be
as you bask in the glow of your “near perfect” tree.
The years always change…they’ll come and go….
But Christmas is Christmas…and will always be so.