My Boyhood Memories of Christmas
A long time ago when I was a boy
Christmas was a special time of the year.
A time of glad tidings and of good cheer;
memories of these days still bring me joy.
Christmas Eve night was a magical time;
a time family together would enjoy.
The hope that Santa brings that special toy;
one gift we open then into bed we climb.
Up Christmas morn to see what Santa brought;
then off to Mass to start our Christmas Day,
and greet the Christ child on our knees we pray.
Our faith came first, this is how we were taught.
Back home after Mass, we had breakfast first
then we all opened presents one by one.
Laughing and playing and having great fun;
the day proceeds as seemingly rehearsed.
Late in the day to Grandparents we go;
many aunts, uncles, and cousins to see;
a large extended family have we,
and our Christmas buffet was such a show.
These my fond memories from days of yore
when I was a young boy way back then.
If I could I would do it all again;
sometimes I wish Christmas was as before.
December 1, 2017
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