Tinsel Tickles

Remembering being a newyled.
Having our very own, first humble
Christmas tree.
And that special red dress you
were so very sweet to buy for me.
Better a dress, than a sled!

Very little money did we have,
But love a-plenty, I never missed.
With constant hugs, and so well kissed.
Hot buttered, corn, we both enjoyed.
You, my forever huggable bear.
Into your moonlit eyes, I loved to stare.

Suddenly, God took you home.
You are gone, forever, now.
Sailing in the sky,  in a grand celestial bow.
Still, I recall our first Christmas, so simple.
Delightful as your twinkling dimple.
One day, to meet again, never to roam!


                          12/23/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Baker Avatar
December 25, 2021 at 5:49 PM
I'm glad you had that experience to give you a lasting good memory of one who has past. Bless the one that shared the memory making with you. :-) Have a good last week of 2021 Pangie. Bill
Eagle Avatar
December 24, 2021 at 8:18 AM
How fun to read this one about your memories of the holiday.
Romios Avatar
December 24, 2021 at 8:51 AM
Glad you enjoyed it...it was so exciting....that first Christmas as a wife! Love, Pangie xo
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