Gauzed sepia tones dress the room in warm mirth <br />With bauble knickknacks piled in jumbled throngs <br />Arrayed in rays of different colors and shapes <br />Whistling the sight of joy and yuletide pomp <br /> <br />Little wooden figurines of snowmen and elves <br />Wreath the plastic evergreen in the left corner window <br />That soars with majesty of mystic Joie de vivre <br />Into the center of the heart where all is young and old <br /> <br /> <br />Kitchen table tops littered with old-fashioned cartons <br />As Van Morrison croons from a CD player <br />The Televisions tuned to public access station <br />As we gather the garlands in lights and bead layers <br /> <br />Thinking of you all when I am by myself <br />No fireplace can replace the flame of a loving home <br />From handcrafted moments a lifetime can shape <br />Into those precious moments form memories of gold <br />Merry Christmas to you<br /><br />Kevin Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-gold/
