THE PASSAGE OF CHRISTMAS TIME

I THINK ABOUT THE FAMILY
AND CHRISTMAS TIME LONG GONE
OF BEING A CHILD WITH ANTICIPATION
AND SINGING A CHRISTMAS SONG
THERE SIT’S MY GRANDMA WHO BAKED THE HAM
WE HAVE EACH CHRISTMAS DAY
IT IS OUR OWN TRIDITION
I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY
AS TIME SLIPS BY AND ONE BY ONE
WE LOSE THE ONE’S WE LOVE
EACH CHRISTMAS I SIT AND WONDER
ARE THEY WATCHING FROM ABOVE
OLD ONES GONE BUT NEW ONE’S COME
HOW SLOWLY IT ALL CHANGES
THEN ONE CHRISTMAS YOU LOOK AROUND
AT THE FAMILY THAT TIMES REARRANGES
I USE TO BE THE CHILD
SO THRILLED WITH THE CELEBRATION
NOW I WATCH AS CHILDREN YELL
WITH CHRISTMAS TIME ELATION

I AM THE GRANDMA WHO BAKES THE HAM
AND ALL THE CHILDREN LOVE
AND I KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT
MY OWN ,WATCHES FROM ABOVE