November 28, 2020
I love to write at Christmas time,
Sit back, relax and pen a rhyme.
Remember those who’ve gone before,
Who now are part of Christmas lore.
Remember days from long ago.
Hear carols play, see candles glow.
I smell the holly and the pine,
The Christmas trees with lights that shine.
Nostalgia and traditions grow,
With winter scenes complete with snow.
The carolers outside my door
I smile and ask, “Please sing one more.”
A fireplace, a crackling log,
A blanket and some spicy nog.
Fond memories of Christmas past
Preserved for now, I pray they last.