Remember Christmas Days
Remember Christmas Days when we were young,
When Jack Pine’s boughs hung heavy, bright with lights,
While children braved the clear, yet frosty, nights
And meaning gave to each glad carol sung.
Inside the home, a warmth filled ev’ry lung,
As dreams of presents, cuddly, soft or bright,
Crept into youngsters’ minds, who’d, with delight,
Discover treasures once that day’s begun.
But now the time goes by, too fast for cheer,
While nearer to the season’s close we draw,
And soon the festive shopping will be done,
When, hopefully, the only sounds we’ll hear
Will be our children’s Christmas Day “hurrah’,
As all the World again becomes as one.
David Stewart Miller 1973