Christmas Past
A time I still remember, Christmas day
in 'fifty-three; I was age fourteen then,
and I recall those very special hours
at home, so cozy, warm with my loved ones
of many generations, happily
around the sparkling tree with old-time trim
of bubble lights, glass balls, and Christmas songs
playing softly on the record player.
Extended family- my mom and dad,
grandparents, brother, cousins, uncles, aunts-
spent happy hours, and such a blessed time
was shared as peace and love were felt by all.
It was perhaps the only year we were
together in one place for Christmas day.
I keep that time of family delight
in memories that fill my heart- for some
there on that day, so special in my thoughts,
are dearly missed, no longer here with us-
they fly with angel wings, look down from high
above in Christmas past, with joy and love-
as I, once the youngest, now the oldest
generation, carry on that spirit
and make traditions last- to someday be
my children and grandchildren’s Christmas past.
December 13, 2014
~1st Place~
Writing Challenge- December 2019: I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Judged: 12/113/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: Nostalgia
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 11/28/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Any Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 12/21/2015
~1st Place~
Christmas Past, Present or Future
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 01/09/2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014
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