Hush of Chritmas Past
In the Fifties, on Christmas Eve,
We all dressed in our Sunday best
To go to Midnight Mass
To exalt the birth of Jesus Christ
We’d come home, get into our PJ's,
And sleep around the decorated Christmas tree.
We all would wake up all worked up
To open our gifts of coloring books,
Crayon, clothes, and a few toys.
We were happy with our gifts,
Never did complain to our parents of what we obtained.
Now in the Twenty Century
They still honor the birth of Jesus Christ
Midnight Mass and sing Christmas carols
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear,
O Town of Bethlehem, Silent Night,
Then go home to their beautifully decorated
Christmas tree of silver and gold ornaments,
Garland of string pearls, gold wide bow ribbons
And a large angel on top of the tree
With brilliant strings of miniature lights.
Gifts of all sizes overflow around the bottom
Of the tree. And mom and dad go in debt
Until next year.
Kidos Christmas toys are electronic
Games, action figures, cell phone, iPods,
And if they're not happy they complain and
Presents are returning the following day
By Eve Roper 12/10/2014
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