When just a small girl, I seem now to remember when, <br />There was a special scent of Christmas in our home, <br />How the Christmas evergreen’s pine perfume, <br />Room to room, would seem to roam. <br /> <br />Even sounds seemed different back then, <br />Then they do somehow today, <br />Don’t know if it’s because I’ve grown accustom to them, <br />Not filled with that child-like excitement, <br />In my remembered, childhood Christmas way. <br /> <br />Maybe it’s because the nest is empty now? <br />Of my children’s laughter and joy, <br />Somehow that’s what Christmas Day sounds should be, <br />Filled up with little children, <br />All playing with their Christmas toys. <br /> <br />So when on Christmas morning, <br />As they all would rise, <br />They’d all run down to view the miracle, <br />Of Santa’s Clauses’ big surprise. <br /> <br />Then mom would brew some hot cocoa up, <br />Float some tiny marshmallows on their tops, <br />And every child would place their presents aside for awhile, <br />While they drank up every luscious drop. <br /> <br />Then all the relatives would arrive, <br />And share in the Christmas feast mom always had, <br />This is what I remember <br />All the joy the scents of Christmas <br />That always made me glad. <br /> <br />By: Linda Winchell <br />Copyright: 2009<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scents-of-christmas-past/
