What Christmas means to me
poem by:
Steven Godfrey
Written
on Dec 09, 2016
I will never forget as a kid , the excitement on Christmas Eve "Santa won't arrive " mum said unless you truly believe Sent to bed early , out the window I would gaze Looking for the brightest star , hoping the snow would stay for days Awake at an early hour , to see what Santa has dropped off Ripping off the paper , " what a mess "I hear mum scoff A time for kids , and for families coming together I always hoped these feelings would last forever and ever Outside to play with all our friends comparing what toys we had Forgetting the real meaning of Christmas, still to young to feel bad Back inside for Christmas dinner , don't forget the sprouts You couldn't hear yourself at times , with all the joyful shouts As we grow older , Christmas changes year on year The Christmas spirit is still inside us,just not the same old cheer Families drift apart , memories are there where loved ones used to be Thinking of the good times, is what Christmas means to me .
Tags: happy, sad, love, humor, rhyme,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.reminds me of when I was a child.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Love this poem Steven....I loved Christmas time, purely for the shear noise, and excitement of my two young daughters.....I thought they were going to explode! as they ripped open each present.......oh I wish we could make them young again.....thanks for sharing that beautiful poem....
