I recall in years gone by, a Christmas morning fair <br />Caroles playing, sparkling lights, excitement in the air; <br /> <br />'Neath the tree in wild array, packages galore <br />Spilling brightly colored wrap - a rainbow on the floor; <br /> <br />And over in the corner, a cradle made of wood <br />A special gift that I wished for - Oh, Lord - I HAD been good! <br /> <br />There sleeping 'neath the blanket, a curly headed doll <br />The one that I had dreamed about, my one wish, that was all; <br /> <br />I picked her up and cuddled her close to my rosey cheek <br />My heart so full of magic, that I could hardly speak; <br /> <br />Then off to bed my doll and I did scamper like a mouse <br />We snuggled 'neath the covers as the caroles filled the house; <br /> <br />A few more precious moments before the morning rush <br />My little doll, so sweet and small - don't cry now, baby -'hush'; <br /> <br />The years have passed and I've grown up with children of my own, <br />And still that Christmas memory is the sweetest I have known.<br /><br />Linda Ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-memory/
