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The Christmas Poem
Bright red bulbs from childhood rendered
hang upon the Christmas tree.
Lights a'sparkling in all their splendor
bringing back sweet memories.
Snow falls softly; eyes close gently
Dickens Ghost of Past appears.
With it visions of days forgotten;
recollections now held so dear.
The journey back resounds with laughter
of three children's pure delight.
who gather round the festive table
laid to tantalize the taste and sight.
Years have passed and much has changed now.
Memories made are not the same.
Yet in my heart Ill hold the vision
that echoes with its sweet refrain.
© Gayle J. Montgomery 2003
© Gayle J. Montgomery 2003
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Ranchos de Taos, NM 87557-1704
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