When I was a little girl <br />Christmas meant <br />Learning about Baby Jesus <br />In Sunday school and <br />Singing carols at school <br />For our Christmas program. <br />We decorated our tree <br />With crayon-colored chains. <br />We spent hours making them <br />Sticking them together with water and flour. <br />We also made popcorn <br />Chains that crumbled easily. <br />It took a lot of popcorn! <br />My brother and I had a stocking <br />And inside we always found an orange, <br />Nuts, hard candy <br />And a tube of plastic bubbles <br />That invariably ended up on the wood stove! <br />Christmas to us was not so much about presents <br />Because there were very few. <br />It was about family being together <br />And remembering a precious baby that was <br />Born on this day so very long ago. <br />I always got a doll <br />And my mother made clothes for it. <br />My dad made something for each of us <br />From his wood-shop. <br />He was as creative with tools <br />As Mom was with the sewing machine. <br />Today I try to give my family <br />A special Christmas too. <br />Yes, it’s commercialized <br />But the love and closeness is there. <br />Now I have my wonderful grandkids <br />To share this holiday with <br />And I’m truly blessed! <br /> <br />MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! ! <br />AND A YEAR OF HEALTH AND HAPPINESS!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-christmas-2/
