December 6, 2022
I cherish my heritage, east Texas roots,
The mem’ries of Christmas, a new pair of boots,
The lights, decorations, the carols we sang,
I love country carols, a slight touch of twang.
Our house had some lights and a wreath with a bow,
Though cold in the winter we seldom saw snow.
I recall country churches, with benches for pews,
When times seemed so simple, we seldom had news.
Our tree was a cedar from granny’s old place.
In my heart all the memories still have a space.
Our stockings were white and my daddy’s size ten.
Santa stuffed them with fruit, nuts and candy back then.
I love all the mem’ries of Christmas each year.
They’ll always be special, and cherished, and dear.