The Last Old Fashioned Christmas

He poked the sleepy fire Then sat back in his chair Removed his reading glasses Brushed back his cotton hair A quick glance out the window Wishing for a reprieve Hoping someone might drop by On this lonely Christmas Eve He heard some people caroling Strains of "Oh Holy Night" Gave his dog a pat Eyes watered at the twinkling lights The fire crackling, glowing red Tired eyes of a similar hue He drifted off to sleep To the silent late night news While the old man slept An angel came a calling She lightly kissed his head In dreams the snow was falling He saw a little boy In pajamas all excited A Lionel train circling the tree A new bicycle parked beside it The stockings hung the night before Were stuffed with candy and treats Everyone was unwrapping gifts Their love providing the heat His mom was there on the sofa Her face so young and pretty His Santa Clause dad, passing out presents Trying to be joyful and witty He saw his brother and sister A long ago Christmas day Sharing an old fashioned Christmas In their family old fashioned way As he dreamed he began to smile The angel was standing by She bent to kiss him again A tear escaped her eye The old man sagged in his chair A big smile on his face There would be no more lonely Christmases They were together again in one place by Daniel Turner