In My Eighth Year

The sledding and the skating in ‘63; the sugar cookies frosted green and red; the stringing popcorn with my family and going anxiously that Eve to bed. The gift exchange when relatives would meet. Some traveled far to Grandma's little town. The feast and seeing cousins, such a treat! We stayed and played until the sun went down. The program at our church where all took part. Our flock was small but talent did not lack. The joyous songs; before we would depart; the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack! No holiday to come could be as dear as when I was a child in my eighth year!