“The memories most endearing
no matter where I roam,
are those of Christmas’ past
in a place I knew as home.
The magic of the season
with scent of wax and pine,
The aroma from the kitchen
that beckoned us to dine.
The dancing lights upon the tree
that cast their yuletide spell,
The joyous song of carolers
singing “Peace on Earth, Noel”
The memories of lost loved ones
they live and always will,
for one ever dies in our hearts
(in a place where time stands still)
The treasured scenes of yesteryear
could prayer but make them last?
Traditions of the heart live on
in dreams of Christmas’ past.
~Author unknown ~