Christmas

Christmas Christmas tells me to come home And meet you in that old little hut Where we used to throw at each other Sticky ice cream cones. Christmas reminds me of old days Of songs that faded away Of tale we used to tell Under that crooked coconut tree. Christmas lets me feel your soft touch That warms my chilly hands. It speaks to me of our laughter Over not so funny jokes I remember. Christmas speaks to me in the silence of my heart About how the lessons I learned in my childhood Have held in me a big part Of what I understand now in my manhood What it means to have lived as a child.