CHRISTMAS OF YOUTH
At first it seemed as if the night had sang
Our pine tree lit mostly with an array of decor:
Until I watched two boys roaming out the lane,
Looking weary -- as if they had nowhere to go--
In the chill of Christmas Eve's near hours..
I asked Mom if these children could drop by,
Maybe for apple pies or ginger ale.
With gentle smiles, they came around
To join us for a feast and Yuletide games.
Learning about their father sick for days,
Both brothers needed to go caroling for a meal ...
Touched, I offered my piggy bank
As a little gift without hesitation,
That no words could explain this sense of joy
In my heart: Quietly my eyes gazed
At the angel atop.our evergreen tree
glowing like a holy light which made
my young head bow to say a Prayer of thanks,
While around, tunes of ' Jinge Bells' merrily chimed,
Childhood Christmas Memories
Sponsor: Bic Gi-Sa 12/2/2017
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