Memories of Christmas In July

~~~~~~~Christmas in July~~~~~~~~~ Mother, it's Christmas in July. Then why do these hot tears fall and why do I cry? Because, I honestly want to be ten again. Believing Santa is flying in the cold, winter sky. I want to hear that gorgeous,gold doorbell ring. Running down the stairs in velvet Mary Janes. Down, oh yes, with that wonderful, bouncy, girlish spring. And my tiny diamond ring that did bling. The house smelling of roast beef and homemade apple pie. And opening the door to aunts,uncles and cousins. Whom sadly, many are with us no more! And after a feast, opening all the wrapped so lovingly,presents. Then, eating with delight, love laughter. Mom, I still terribly miss you and Christmas memories remain. One day in heaven, I long to hug you warmly again. With my arms, in heavenly reality....and just not this cold pen. With love and gratitude, Your Daughter