Back to the days of my youth and my fondest memories

Christmas back then was always a magical time

Things were slower and there were a lot more trees

I remember the vacant lot behind our house

Toboggans, sleds, or just a cardboard box would do

Zipping down the hill with the snow falling

Praying that Santa would bring us a sled brand new

Snot frozen sleeves from always runny noses

Mother’s home-made mittens stretched out of shape

Old coverall snow pants patched and worn so thin

It didn’t matter when we made our magic escape

Cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, even soldiers too

I’ll be the good guy, you be the bad guy

It was long before the age of computer

Yet we always seemed to make time fly

The day was never long enough, or we so far away that…

We could hear our mothers calling from our backdoor

Come home now kids, suppers getting cold

We’d all race for the comfort of home made food for sure

Dump wet clothes in the porch that Mom would hang to dry

Grab a place around the table joking, laughing, cheeks of red

Afterwards in front of tree decorated more with love then money

We’d wear out the Sears and Roebuck before we went to bed

Christmas morn would find nine kids with that single magic toy

Perhaps a truck, a dolly for sis or that shiny new red sled

Oranges, tangerines and hard candy filled our stockings hung

Ah, those were the days of Christmas, which still linger in my head.