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Of Christmases Past
Christmases past greeted me with twinkling lights upon the tree,
carols sung and chestnuts roasting in an old, dark skillet.
Christmases past were filled with love and joyful wonderment,
whether in your beliefs or about the glistening packages under the tree.
Christmases past with sleigh rides, giggling children with noses in the egg nog,
school plays and concerts and Nativity showing up and the down the streets.
Fires crackled while egg nog was served from the huge crystal bowl,
or for a change the bowl was silver and the drink was wassail.
Christmases past meant Turkey’s carved accompanied by ruby red cranberry sauce,
with fruitcakes doused in brandy and tiny cakes all wrapped in marzipan.
There were cookies, boldly decorated to fill the platters to the brim,
then somehow at day’s end it didn’t seem so much at all.
Christmases past, ah not to forget the fudge, divinity, walnuts and pecans,
with bowls of giant oranges, pears, apples and grapefruit, just for a taste.
And lest someone be alone on this day a quick call brought them to your table,
as their praises to you only made the day even brighter.
Christmases past now comes to the end I think for now,
the splendor and gold, the myrrh and the emeralds will stay packed for some other year.
The joy, the laughter, the food and the fun will live in my mind and my heart,
and when I think of those golden times I know they are of a place and a time that has passed.
