Christmas is the time for remembering,
It’s the time for all those hidden thoughts of days gone by
And all those dreams that might have been.
Christmas is the time to recall friends of the past
And times shared in moments of warmth and joy.
It’s what makes the rest of the year worthwhile
Or life more bearable.
Christmas, a word that brings forth smells of bread and cakes,
Of wood smoke and pine boughs
Or Granddad’s pipe.
A time for choirs and carols,
Bells and steeples,
For snow and ice,
Grandeur and a humble stable,
A moment of peace in a world of turmoil,
A brief period, when all turn to noble thoughts,
A Holy Season of a Child’s birth.
Christmas, the perfect plan for life.
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i love it!!!
Christmas is all that and more. Perhaps all the reasons you stated somehow, makes it all the worse for those who, in their old age and alone, finds Christmas to be the saddest time of the year. I am alone, but fortunately, for me, Christmas, like every other day, was a gift to be lived and lived joyously.