Christmas Alone

I miss the old fashioned kind of Christmas

The kind we had when we were young

When snow fell gentle while we walked to church

we’d try to catch snowflakes on our tongue

I miss hearing sweet Christmas choir carols

And those old fashioned colored lights

The tree lit up down on the town common

The toboggan parties on Friday nights

I miss friends and neighbors coming calling

The smell of wood burning in the air

Church bells ringing, what’s Santa bringing

Little toy trucks or a teddy bear

I miss tinsel and sticky ribbon candy

That tacky Woolworth’s wreath hung on the door

The Salvation Army man ringing his bell

His kettle filled with money for the poor

I miss the smell of turkey baking in the oven

Grandpa in his over-stuffed chair as he’d snore

I sure miss stolen kisses under the mistletoe

But of all of that, you know ,I miss you more…