A CHRISTMAS PAST.

A CHRISTMAS PAST.


A sad and lonely sight she makes
Rocking in her chair.
But who knows what is really in
Her heart? What thoughts lie there?

She's thinking of a Christmas past
So many years ago.
She's trimming trees and wrapping gifts
And hanging Mistletoe.

The squeals of little children ring
All through the house they run,
Anxious for the morn to come
So they can start the fun.

She recalls the many hours spent
In a kitchen baking pies,
Turkey, ham, a Christmas cake,
She sees a child's wide eyes.

Wrapping paper strewn about,
A table that needs clearing.
Children happily exhausted,
Bedtime now is nearing.

A figure in the big old chair
Is dozing, quite content
To let her bring some order to
The havoc that's been rent.

Tired, yet fulfilled, she'll go
To bed this night and pray
To thank the Lord for giving them
A perfect Christmas Day.

No more will these old gnarled hands
Hang Mistletoe, wash dishes.
No longer the ability
To meet her loved ones' wishes.

A sad and lonely sight she makes
Rocking in her chair.
But memories of a Christmas past
Bring joy beyond compare.



For Annie,
She shared so many of her memories with those who took the time to listen.
I am so grateful that I was one who stopped and listened.


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