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Old Fashion Christmas

Do you remember the way Christmas was, when we gathered with our family and friends. Cutting down a tree from out in the woods, and hot chocolate never coming to an end. When a string of lights came in three colors, of those giant bulbs in blue, red, and white. All the decorations would not go up, until sometime after Thanksgiving night. But each year it comes earlier it seems, while all the pressure mounts higher than high. As we try to fulfill our children’s dreams, we watch our credit card bills reach the sky. Used to be after Thanksgiving we’d start, now it’s Halloween when we begin to buy. Yet still we don’t have enough time to shop, next year, will it be the Fourth of July.

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Date: 12/6/2023 6:50:00 PM
I do miss those family gatherings for Christmas, old school. The commercialization and the greed of the retailers are ruining my Christmas spirit. Good poetry, my friend. Bill
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/7/2023 6:19:00 AM
You knew you had it made when you got to sit at the big table with the 'grown-ups',
Date: 12/6/2023 6:06:00 AM
And my Dad wouldn’t put tree up until a couple days before.
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/6/2023 4:53:00 PM
I guess the nice thing about today's artificial trees, you can put them up much earlier than we could the real trees.
Date: 12/5/2023 5:59:00 PM
Nice take on the way things are for many. It's a fun time of year, and I'll try to stick to the first two lines in your poem.
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/5/2023 6:28:00 PM
That's what Christmas is all about, my friend. Family and friends. Have a blessed day, David.
Date: 12/5/2023 5:51:00 PM
an excellent poem, you brought me regrets of my childhood, Christmas were fantastic indeed, with a scenario orchetrated by my loving parents , we were seven kids at home, thanks a lot poet, for the cheering poem,
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/5/2023 6:26:00 PM
Thanks, Yann. I think it's important to remember how it was back then.
Date: 12/5/2023 3:56:00 PM
I do appreciate the honesty in your poem. Seems like we lose Halloween and Thanksgiving because every retal store begins to emphasize Christmas. I get so burned out by the time December gets here. Anyway, well said, Jerry. Have a great evening, Sara
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/5/2023 6:25:00 PM
Thanks Sara. Have a wonderful evening, my friend.
Date: 12/5/2023 9:50:00 AM
It's become so commercialised now, it's all about big profits, seems the true meaning of christmas fades more every year. Well written Jerry. Tom
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/5/2023 6:23:00 PM
Thanks Tom. You're right, everyone has forgotten what Christmas is about.
Date: 12/5/2023 9:30:00 AM
- Every year earlier and earlier, Jerry ... and more expensive ... stop the carousel I want to get off ... I want the smell of orange ... and see the star shining in peace ... and one gingerbread dipped in milk :) - hugs
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/5/2023 6:21:00 PM
In the olden days, we were happy with maybe one toy and a few home-sewn clothes. Christmas back then was about family.
Date: 12/5/2023 7:07:00 AM
Love this Jerry….very true oh wise one!! Debx
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Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/5/2023 6:18:00 PM
Thanks Deb.

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