Christmas Time Is Coming
Christmas Time is coming . . .
Sometimes the celebration gets totally out of hand.
Anticipation swells the air, music, music everywhere.
Lift the baton, sound the horn, strike up the band!
A country music icon, Clint Black, once sang,
“I'm looking for Christmas, a Christmas of long, long ago.
with spruce, lights and tinsel
and sled runners sliding on snow.
“I'm looking for Christmas, a long ago Christmas
of popcorn and candy, and surrounded by family
singing carols we all know.”
That song struck a chord of memory,
causing me to search in doubt for that
‘thrown away Christmas’ Clint was singing about.
Naturally, I found it;
in smiling faces, joyous greetings,
in star-bright lights
winking and blinking row upon row.
We sing of the babe in candlelight glow
and the message he brought,
an eternal message of peace and love.
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