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Christmas
CHRISTMAS Christmas trees eight feet tall, Some bigger still. Colored bulbs to warm the heart, It gives the child a thrill. Trees on both sides of the altar, When altars were marbled art. The tabernacle in the center, Crosses not far apart. Church ceilings were painted then, A beauty to behold. Angels, clouds and cherubim, The holy story told. Sometimes I'd sneak inside, Lay down by the first pew. The magnificence of a small town church, Ceilings and walls with a view. When the organ played and people sang, A new world opened here. This is truly Christmas, I was so proud to be near. No jeans or shorts or T Shirts, Even children dressed the part. Celebrating the Christmas season, Amidst magnificent art. Ladies wore pretty dresses, Men with a suit and tie. Praising God dressed in their finest, Christmas music could make one cry. Alas, it's but a memory, Of small towns so long ago. We still love you dear Lord Jesus, But why it changed we do not know. RAYMOND V. MORGAN
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