Christmas 1964
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree,
All ours in the throes of 1964.
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.
A time of sweet innocence for me
Fearing nothing as I walk out my front door,
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree,
At twelve I feel loved by neighbors that I see.
Believing compassion is in their hearts galore.
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree
I lick up snowflakes, loving them, happy as can be.
Christmas season special, one I do adore.
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree.
I jump in the air, feeling alive and free.
Can my full soul feel nurtured anymore?
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.
Plastic reindeer’s blinking red nose fills me with glee.
Wave to Mrs. Nicewander standing in her door.
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.
Written 12-06-2020
Contest: Deck the Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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