Christmas Mourning
I remember the excitement of Christmas, it was a magical time
My Mema would decorate her home with Santa’s of any kind
She would start in October, every wall covered in Christmas cheer
It was a special time and reflecting back brings mourning tears
We would venture out into the woods to look for the perfect tree
My Grampa Joe would cut it down, our tree was perfect and free
My favorite part was decorating it with tinsel, and colorful bubble lights
It was a wonderful adventure, my heart yearns for those magical nights
We would try to guess our gifts under the tree and wanted to peek
My family would give us clues to our gifts, that were really unique
If we guessed right, we could open that one mystery gift early
If We couldn’t figure it out, sometimes the clues became a story
Grampa Joe would cook us an early party breakfast the next day
Of rye toast, fried eggs, home fries with onions, his special way
I will always cherish these memories that are so heartfelt and dear
I mourn for those magical moments in time and wish they were still here
11/18/18
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2018
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