Christmas
CHRISTMAS
Christmas trees eight feet tall,
Some bigger still.
Colored bulbs to warm the heart,
It gives the child a thrill.
Trees on both sides of the altar,
When altars were marbled art.
The tabernacle in the center,
Crosses not far apart.
Church ceilings were painted then,
A beauty to behold.
Angels, clouds and cherubim,
The holy story told.
Sometimes I'd sneak inside,
Lay down by the first pew.
The magnificence of a small town church,
Ceilings and walls with a view.
When the organ played and people sang,
A new world opened here.
This is truly Christmas,
I was so proud to be near.
No jeans or shorts or T Shirts,
Even children dressed the part.
Celebrating the Christmas season,
Amidst magnificent art.
Ladies wore pretty dresses,
Men with a suit and tie.
Praising God dressed in their finest,
Christmas music could make one cry.
Alas, it's but a memory,
Of small towns so long ago.
We still love you dear Lord Jesus,
But why it changed we do not know.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014
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