Christmas Hours

Snow soon turns to water, Christmas days are all but gone Busted playthings and fading color, are all that linger on. Off all the presents gotten and given, unwrapped be-fro' a tree I treasure in these hours, memories that were given to me. The look on little faces when Santa did not pass them by. Snoring of grandfather, as a football game watched (or tried). Ladies in a kitchen, laughing at each other as they cooked. Wonderful smell of a turkey, and the way our table looked. Hugs, kisses, and warning of roads as some took their leave, Even clearing of wrapping paper, around a Christmas tree. Putting to bed of tired little bodies as light began to fade. Prayers to God our Father, for the family for which He gave.