Childhood Holiday

Now nearing the end of November Thanksgiving is nearly hear And I always begin to get anxious Of that celebration in late December A winter solstice coined Christmas A spirit of charity time of year I remember being young Odes and Carol’s and Christianity With family stockings and ornaments hung Upon a majestic Pine-needle tree With a bur-ump-ump bom bom That God’s grace and generosity Gives spirit to soul’s unsung And Santa always magical and believed. I recall with needles and thread Stringing cranberries and popcorn into long strands. Hanging in a spiral draping, on a tree almost dead. My mother and I took great pride Decorating our manger scene Animals to arrange, and hide To the baby Jesus nativity Three wise men Shepard’s and sheep, oxen, even a giraffe, Our manger was a masterpiece. Now nature must do her part To decorate the landscape And through the window, a Christmas snow now starts. Giant white flakes begin there descent Each so unique, so big, so many Accumulates. Enough for snow angels in a few, And in the morning a snow man made for us to groom. But now through my window, the street lights I view All the thousands of millions snowflakes And the bright light they pass through. Beautiful, full of splendiferous spirit I appreciate. A white Christmas, for me and my mother, to celebrate