Oh the days of Christmas past--
How I wish them here again:
Sitting in Mama's lap,
holding Daddy's hand.
The tree, the gifts, the food, the joy,
all of us together back then--
through school days
and church Christmas plays,
off to college and back again--
there always was home.
There always was family.
There always was Christmas
back then.
Copyright 1997-2002 Brenda Parris Sibley
Published in the book "Waiting for the Morning"
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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