The Days the Carols Played

Let me explain the title for you to understand.
I was a little boy and had all sorts of ideas.
The happiest time for me was the time of hearing the bells from the church steeple.
The days the carols played were the best days for it was something that I had looked forward and then they were there.
Listening to the sounds the bells played made you almost cry it was so beautiful.
The truthful songs of Christ Jesus like “Away In a Manger” made one happy,
There was untold peace and contentment that was ever present for us.
I remember walking outside from the house and hearing the sounds that were played.
It touched my life as no other gift that could be given.
Jesus was as He should be today revered and highly praised.
The music was the gift that was mine every year and I will always remember.
(& COPY Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)

Vote for this poem