Christmas Eve.. A strange time..
Travelling back to childhood
When turkey meant a trip to the Mart
And a delivery to the big city
To relatives who had left half a century before
When Christmas cake was homemade
And neighbours admired each others work
And Santa easily got down the chimney
his sack had less to hold
And decorations meant scissor s and tape
Heat meant chopping wood
And lemonade made the spuds taste great
And they were freshly dug
And granny was really old,
Like something from a book
And gentle and wise but mostly kind
Who loved this little child
Now back to the present
So much to achieve
Before tomorrow when i will make memories
For fifty years hence.