At Christmas time my heart returns
On wings of memory
To home, when I was just a girl
And there with family.
The times were simpler in those days,
And we had modest means,
But in my mindís eye I recall
The happiest of scenes.
The scents of baking in the air
And decorated tree
Were beacons to my brothers, to
My sister, and to me.
The carols that my mother sang
Still echo in my ears.
Her sweet sopranoís just as clear,
Though itís been many years.
The Christmas dinner Mom prepared
Was great in every way,
And all the tasty treats she made
I wish I had today.
My father at this season was
The most excited one.
The joyfulness he found in life
Made holidays more fun.
His tender nature made our home
A blessed place to be.
The love he showed to all of us
Made Godís love plain to see.
Now Mom and Dad are home in heaven,
And though I donít know when,
Iíve hopes my family will someday
Have Christmas there with them.
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