Christmas alone
A sad, sad day
Family and friends
Have all gone away.
Some now in
A nursing home
It’s hard to live here
On my own.
A mother’s love
I miss the most
If she were here
She’d make a roast.
The house would fill
With family and friends
A celebration
Would soon begin.
I’d set the table
We’d decorate
Use grandma’s silver
Beside each plate.
Christmas carols
Would play for us
The mistletoe
Always a must.
A roaring fire
A stack of wood
Each one of us
Did what we could.
A manger there
Upon the table
Jesus asleep
Now in his cradle.
Presents wrapped
Stockings hung
It was so grand
When we were young.
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Why are the Christmases of OUR childhood always our favorite? My late husband and I had absolute blasts creating holiday memories for our three children, but they still come in second to MY Christmases!
Merry Christmas, Patty!
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Yes, I can relate. I think it’s because we grew up in a world of innocence. No violent, aggressive video games! We played Monopoly and Clue. No fear of classroom shootings! We believed in Santa Claus a lot longer, too….. at least , I did.
I think tradition mattered more than it does , today. It’s a fast paced reality for most kids … growing up in today’s culture. Some seven year olds have their own cell phones! I’d be afraid to ask CHAT GPT , if Santa Claus ate the cookies that I leave out for him ….on Christmas Eve.
Myself? I’m hanging onto the magic!!!!
Merry Christmas to you, too!
Thank you for commenting. ❤️🎅❤️
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Same! The magic is the best… and most important part! ⛄🎄⛄
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