Christmas Memories
Christmas, as I recall, was magical,
all the kids would be checking out their socks.
And the Christmas tree would be all a twinkle
as we tried to guess what was in each box.
The entire house would smell like gingerbread,
pumpkin pies, cookies, and the scent of pine.
And as mom basted the Christmas turkey,
we'd open our gifts; everything felt fine.
While mom was busy preparing dinner,
dad would often nap on the Chesterfield.
Christmas carols played on the radio,
and home didn't feel like a battlefield.
My childhood memories of Christmas past,
are precious moments that are meant to last.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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