Fond memories serve me as changes abound,
and snowy-white flurries now cover the ground.
Thanksgiving dinner—we finished in haste,
stuffing ourselves with turkeys we’d baste.
Decorations were strung across our main street,
warm greetings, best wishes from each one we’d meet.
Soon cherished loved ones would all gather round,
renewing old friendships they’d made in our town.
Houses were well lit with lights all aglow,
and hung over doorways you’d find mistletoe.
Trees in windows were beautifully shaped,
shining most glorious with ornaments draped.
Children excited, and full of much laughter,
would treasure those moments to last ever after.
On Eve of Christmas, they’d surely not sleep,
awaiting old Santa down chimney to creep.
Fun, joy, and pleasure would be ours again,
celebrating the birth of the One without sin.
We welcomed that time, and always remember,
why we return home the month of December.
Tamara Hillman
©2001
Footnote:
I
was born and raised in a small eastern Washington town, and well
remember the excitement of Christmas’ in my youth, and all the
preparations, though by today’s standards were miniscule in size and
grandeur.
Times were hard, and money short, but the joy and
treasured memories of those days are with me still
as my mind drifts back each Holiday Season to happy times spent with
family and friends…
