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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