I miss the season Christmas was,
Before it went astray...
Became commercial to the point,
It lost meaning 'long the way.
I don't do Christmas near as well,
As I did years ago...
When Christmas was old-fashioned and
We had a lot of snow.
Necessity demands I shop,
Search fore the perfect gift...
Then get them out and to my car,
Including hard to lift.
The presents that I wrap these days,
Look like a first attempt...
The paper is all wrinkled,
And the corners are all bent.
My eyes are failing and that's why,
I cannot tie a bow...
Arthritis grips my fingers now,
Makes movement of them slow.
Give me an old-time Christmas,
Where all I have to do...
Is identify old Santa,
When he comes sneaking through.
Give him a hug and great big kiss,
Tell him he is a dear...
Wish him a Merry Christmas,
Thank him for another Year.
(c)  12/18/06  Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

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