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Christmas Memories
We walked through Whitleigh, early one winter evening, many moons ago with the sounds of the Salvation Army Band: a carol service near the shops and I asked if we could stop. We joined the jolly carollers and sang Star of Wonder, the lyrics on a large screen, for those who didn't know them. A dreary December night, but I recall feeling wonderfully warm: it seemed to start inside and spread, filling my heart with happiness, as I held my parents hands, we only sang that one song, for we were going to gran's but I still smile at my memories, of a child's first carol service .... and wonder who else remembers. The snow is falling outside my window, pretty delicate snowflakes, it is another Christmas Eve, and I want to decorate the tree, I got the tattered box from the basement that holds the decorations. Within are all the memories of Christmas pasts, and in my mind, I can still see all the happiness of yesterdays; I see my sweet mother cooking and fussing about the house, and I am helping father with the Christmas tree, and gran is supervising from her rocking chair. I touch each old decoration like the finest of lace and weep, weep for the three angels ... that dwell above. ________________________ November 14, 2015 Free Verse Submitted to the contest, Must Be Read, sponsor, Silent One Third Place
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