So many Christmases ago
When I was young with eyes aglow,
I’d wake up early, check the tree
To see what Santa left for me.
The years flew by, the seasons changed.
Priorities were rearranged.
Soon came the days when I was grown,
And had a family of my own.
My wife and I on Christmas morn
Sat near the tree, now all adorned.
We’d sip our coffee, reminisce,
Exchange a Christmas morning kiss,
Hear little feet come down the hall.
Such precious mem’ries to recall.
The seasons change, our daughter’s grown.
Her children too are on their own.
This time of year highlights the past,
Accentuates the things that last,
The love of family and friends.
The seasons change, love never ends.