Christmas with You
I remember going out and chopping
the old big green spruce years ago.
You’re frosting cookies they were the best
and not jest coz ya was my Grandma.
I remember the antique bulbs all glass and
How Grandpa let me hang the angel one year
and I fell into the tree.
My spirit is not so free this Christmas
as' it was in the past.
not a little girl no more Grandma.
And this is the first time you will celebrate
it in your new home.
With The Lord and angels, I just know you
will have the best Christmas of all.
You finally will spend it with Grandpa once
again and that’s so nice.
For me this Christmas I am going to spend
it with you like years long ago.
Even if only in my heart.
Merry Christmas Both of you.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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