The wonder of Christmas has always been there,

Childhood memories, still fresh in my mind.

Church bells rang out through the cold frosty air,

Smoke from chimneys, spiralled, aligned.

 

I see dad in the kitchen, our breakfast to cook,

Mum’s there too, Festive food to prepare.

Baubles on the tree, hang hook by hook,

Presents so tempting, with wrapping to tear.

 

At home, my family, the warmth and the love,

Still fills my heart with such thankfulness

Mum and dad, still close, but now above,

I like to think they are proud of my success.

 

But those memories of many a Christmas past,

Will forever be with me, as many a day I recall,

Family tales from  mum and gran, life wasn’t fast,

Time was slow, but how I loved them telling all.

 

Grandad and uncle, surplices and robes freshly pressed

 To sing in the choir, Bass and Tenor, so gran relates,

Christmas joy it was for them, their voices truly blessed.

I wonder if they  know,  I followed through their gates.

 

The miracle that is Christmas, will always be there,

The Babe, to bring light and love to our world,

With thanks to all those that have gone before

I cherish those memories my family unfurled.

 

Now I have been blessed with grandsons, all three.

Excitement and wonder, for them carries on,

Amidst the bustle, silently, a prayer from me,

To give thanks for one, my miracle, for all to see.

 

Ginny