Christmas of Old

The windmills in our minds,
constantly takes us back in time.

Across the void of yesteryear,
to a place where we were young
and full of cheer.

Hot apple cider, candy canes
and pop corn on strings.
The smell of  evergreen trees,
and snow nearly up to our knees.

In this winter wonderland,
Christmas, near at hand.

The smell of  cakes and pies
baking in the oven of the old
iron stove, brings back
memories of days
of long ago.

Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce,
fresh baked corn bread and all the
trimmings, enough to give
us pause.

A tree decorated with ornaments
of old, tinsel, silver and gold.
Laden with small handmade gifts,
close to our hearts to hold.

Christmas carols sung by all,
sounds of laughter from wall
to wall.

A Christmas day to remember,
in the late days of December
in my life, many, many years
ago.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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