Bless The Spirit Of Christmas
Years ago
when age knew not old
cold was winter’s excitement.
Warming up around the pot-bellied stove
playing with Santa’s gifts
at daylights first break
Daddy would stoke the fire
and boil coffee.
Smells of coffee and fresh cedar
the tree glowed from strands of lights,
shiny ornaments and tinsel
are still memories bright.
Mama donned her apron
and prepared our Christmas dinner
as we ate our treats and played
in complete amazement of Christmas day.
Seven of us
set down at that table for many years
blessed by love, blessed by God.
Bless the Spirit of Christmas!
© Margaret C. Rigsby, All rights reserved.
Used by permission.
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