CHRISTMAS IS REMEMBERING
Part of Christmas is remembering days now gone by,
Memories that may bring a sweet tear to your eye,
The laughter and the joy as well as sorrows too
Is what makes Christmas special to each one of you.
I remember the very last time my father carved the meat,
Brandishing the knife with flair, drooling over the treat,
His hazel eyes alight with love and more than a little pride,
Over being a grandfather his great joy he could not hide.
I remember each Christmas as a new child joined the family,
The singing of the carols as we decorated the Christmas tree,
Doing it on December the third, our eldest child’s Birthday,
An extra special treat that always managed to come her way.
I remember our child enjoying her last Christmas at three,
See the rocking horse and clamping her tiny hands with glee,
Asking for the Christmas lights to be on as soon as she awoke,
Her blue-grey eyes full of the love of which she never spoke.
Yes, Christmas is remembering, that helps the family grow,
Sharing all our memories as through this life busy we go,
But most of all remember the true reason for Christmas day,
And may the blessing of God’s love ever come your way.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 9 November 2004