...giving food and gifts to those who are less fortunate <br />Preparing your tree with lights, candy, garland, and ornaments. <br />...seeing the beautiful lights in a child's eyes <br />How excited they get when they see Santa every year at this time. <br />...looking for more than three hours for a gift only to become completely lost <br />Taking every last pill trying to get rid of the headache you just caused. <br />...snuggling up on the couch to watch the same Frosty and Rudolph as when you were a kid, <br />Watching your children grow up passing on the same traditions your parents did. <br />...nostalgic memories of the past that we miss <br />Those annoying friends and relatives we dread giving a hug and a kiss. <br />...sharing in peace the warmth and the love <br />Wondering how you got stuck with the fruitcake you could never get rid of. <br />...telling the story of Jesus with Mary and the Three Wise Men <br />Getting together for snowball fights and trying to build the block's biggest snowman. <br />...reading 'The Night Before Christmas' every Christmas Eve <br />Tucking the children in bed and as excited for what Santa might bring. <br />...looking back on the changes of what we had back then <br />This is the true meaning of Christmas we long for again and again. <br /> <br />5-16-02<br /><br />Jason Summers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-is-7/
