My Tree is Up
My tree is up
and the lights are lit,
and here by the fire
I warmly sit.
The sun’s gone down
and my curtains are drawn,
I got my feet propped up
and my slippers on.
And I’m watching a show
with my better half wife,
about the greatest gift
called it’s a wonderful life.
My eye lids are sagging
and I’m starting to yawn,
and I’m drifting off to a Christmas
that is far gone.
Now I’m a sleep
and I’m dreaming of rhymes,
and of the things I did
in my younger times.
My siblings and I
are playing in snow,
on a hill side farm
a long time ago.
We didn’t have much
but we didn’t care,
because the Christmas spirit
was in the air.
We were happy
and we loved to have fun,
and as for resentment
there just was none.
And mama made us all
help decorate the tree,
three bothers and four sisters
and little ol’ me.
And as long as mom lived
her love for us didn’t cease,
God bless her soul
and may she rest in peace.
And on Christmas morning
we would all run to see,
if santa left presents
under neath our tree.
And we’d each have a gift
from jolly ol’ saint nick,
and a peppermint cane
to munch on and lick.
Aww those are the days
that I love to remember,
when I was a kid
in the month of December.
(2014)
