Christmas Past

My mind wanders to Christmas’ past
Where once six stockings hung
It was so magical back then
When all the kids were young

Now two have moved away
With families of their own
And one has gone to heaven
Where he watches us below

No carols play as always before
The tree is very small
The decorations from years ago
Are not upon the walls

This Christmas, the second of this life
Will be filled with memories and sorrow
As we fight to smile and not to cry
And to just be grateful for tomorrow

I love you Arthur Robert Aldag




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