Christmas Past
CHRISTMAS PAST
If I could choose a Christmas, between present, future or past
I would have to follow my instinct and be connected with the last
My choice is pretty simple, for I have never known my dad
The memories shared by others named him nothing but a great lad
However, if I could return to a time on that glorious day
In my youth, I would jump out of bed and in his arms I would lay
We would watch the snow fall and drip over the tips of the trees
And I would unwrap presents, constantly bound at his knees
I would see my mother smile, like she did in pictures back then
She would sit at the piano playing music and singing songs in the den
We would all laugh and hug, displaying thoughts of cheer
I would already have my list of wants going for next year
My arms would wrap around his neck and he would give me a ride
He would tickle me, then tell me, better take off, run and hide
My mother would be yelling, “No running in the house!”
I then would sneak up on him quiet as a mouse….
He would jump up so high, falling in laughter with me to the floor
Teasing me, ruffling my hair, saying he loves me more
Oh if things were different, and really could go back to that day
My only wish on that list I started for next year, would be that he could stay.
I love you daddy
Dedicated to Richard Arlen Brunner
01-07-15
Copyright © Kristin Edwards | Year Posted 2015
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