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CHRISTMAS EVE HAD COME AT LAST,
OUR NIGHT WE DECORATE THE TREE.
THE HAND BLOWN GLASS,
FROM YEARS LONG PAST,
HANDED DOWN MEMORIES.
THE TINSEL AND THE LIGHTS,
A FESTIVE NIGHT INDEED.
NOW..GO TO BED,
GO TO SLEEP,
WE'LL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.
LAY IN BED,
CAN'T CLOSE ONES EYES,
SLOWLY DRIFT GOODNIGHT.
SIX CHILDREN SLEEP,
MOM AND DAD NOW GO TO WORK,
MAKING CHRISTMAS HAPPEN.
THE MORNING COMES,
IT'S HERE AT LAST,
BUT NO NOT YET IT BE.
THE OLDEST UP,
HE WAKES THE REST...
TIME TO SNEAK A PEEK.
HUDDLED ON THE STAIRWAY,
SLOWLY DO THEY MOVE,
THE OLDER TAKE POSITIONS,
TO PASS ON BACK THE NEWS.
TELL THOMAS A NEW BIKE AWAITS,
TELL BRUCE HE GOT ONE TOO.
WE TRIED TO SPEAK IN WHISPERS,
UNABLE TO DO SO WELL.
SUDDENLY...A VOICE YELLS OUT,
GET BACK INTO YOUR BEDS!!!
THE SOUNDS OF CHILDREN SCRAMBLING,
FLYING UP THE STAIRS,
NOW WAITING FOR THE SIGNAL,
CHRISTMAS TO BEGIN.
THE TRADITION IN MY FAMILY,
WHEN I WAS JUST A CHILD,
CHRISTMAS WASN'T CHRISTMAS....
UNTIL THE TREES LIGHTS WERE ON.
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1965 CHRISTMAS OPERATION
1965 CHRISTMAS OPERATION
