Reflections on Childhood Days - SK
It was the Christmas of all Christmas's!
Our great Canadian sanctuary;
Northeast Arms cabins up in Newfoundland
Wreathed in perfect white rustic winter charms.
In the crackeling of the fireplace
A warming glow and ambiance lingered.
Our family was whole and so merry
As we lived a great northern Christmas dream.
In a single room, our beds surrounding
A modest tree and not a gift in sight.
Then by Christmas morn there were gifts galore
A Rockwellian glow and children glad.
Though very young, the memory lingers
Beyond all others from those early years.
That Northeast Arms Christmas is clear as glass
A nostalgic reflection, crisp and dear.
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