Take me back to Christmas past
where nothing was thought of but making it last.
Where ribbons and bows decorated each gift.
And the kitchen of fragrance just gave me a lift.
The silver-tipped leaves on the tree, how they sparkled!
Embedded within were the ornaments of gold.
The carols were played from the old vinyl records.
I listened over and over to memorize the words.
Words of angels and hope and of warm fuzzy feelings.
Hearing them now, oh the magic it brings!
I am back in the kitchen with date nut and fudge.
Afraid to lose moments – not wanting to budge.
Unwrapping the gifts, what a wonderful joy.
Yet being with family meant more than the toy.
What I would do for the celebration once again.
To be with my family and never let it end.
Sledding down hills on a large inner tube.
Laughing with glee at the light-hearted mood.
Sitting by crackling and warm-glowing fire.
Drinking hot cocoa was my only desire.
I suppose that explains why Christmas must be
my favorite holiday and best memory.
Between that and my fluffy bright Easter dress,
my memories with family – I like them the best.
Chasing my dreams I have always held back.
Because without family around me, there is so much I lack.
So I hang to this cherished Family link.
Christmas past is the best I think.
The Christmas of the past, for many reasons, remains the most vivid in our memory. Because there was the air of contagious joy of children, of the dearest affections, the scents of the kitchen that invaded the whole house. Because it was celebrated in the intimacy of the closest affections.
Aldo, yes, isn’t it amazing how the special moments of youth can leap into the present so easily at Christmastime? A wonderful time of year indeed. Family gatherings remain my fondest memories of all.
Cindy, I love this. You invite us to pause and reflect upon our memories
Larry, I am glad you’re inspired to step back in time for a moment. Everything seemed so magical then. Thank you for being my friend.