Christmas Memories
Christmas, as I recall, was magical;
we kids would be checking out our hung socks.
And the Christmas tree would be all a twinkle;
as we tried to guess what was in each box.
Our entire house would smell of gingerbread,
pumpkin pies, cookies, and sweet-scented pine.
After Mom basted the Christmas turkey,
we'd open our gifts; our whole world felt fine.
While Mom was busy preparing dinner,
Dad would take a nap on the Chesterfield.
Christmas carols played on the radio;
and home didn't feel like a battlefield.
Precious moments in time that tend to last;
my childhood memories of Christmas past.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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