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.