Christmas In a Small Town

Christmas In A Small Town Christmas in a small town, is nothing like the others All your family lives there, your sisters and your brothers. Old tales are told again, yet we always seem to laugh Is there any truth to them, sometimes only half. We gather round the fireplace, made to keep us warm With a cup of cider, that’s always been the norm. Don’t let the fire go out, throw on another log Be careful when you get it, don’t step upon the dog. Dinner’s on the table, we’re all seated at our place When it’s finally quiet, father can say grace. Thirty minutes later, you can hear a sigh Though we may be stuffed, there’s always room for pie. The men head to the parlor, the women do the dishes The grown-ups share old memories, the children share their wishes. Mother loves the carols, so she breaks out in a song Knowing that it won’t take much, for us to sing along. The tree is filled with ornaments, made in grammar school By all the family members, today they still look cool. Underneath the Christmas tree, are gifts of every size When Grandma opens hers, tears always fill her eyes. Darkness fills the sky, as we grab our coats to go Knowing we could walk home, through the blowing snow. It seems we just arrived, my, how time does fly Hugs and tears are shared, as we say ‘Good bye.’ As we walk out to the car, I turn and raise my hand And wave once more to those, who still live upon this land. I see them standing hand in hand, just inside the door Grateful for my small town, where love is so much more.