Its Love That Binds

Within the hallways of my mind a memory that clings spoken words of wisdom, beneath the hush of Christmas morn A little kitchen full of goods a gaze that said, " you are loved" what a child remembers is all the days of one life's adorn... Garbed in flannel wrapped in joy beneath the tree we'd sit unraveling treasures with disentanglement and foresight Outside the snow kept falling softly upon our little house where just the four of us kept vigil with the Holy child. Today the world has changed but one thing still remains we still believe in Christmas, for its love that binds us all recall your own Noel dear friends but do remember this it's in the eyes of those you meet, that sweet, repeated bliss.