A CHRISTMAS PAST
(For Harry)
Remembering past Christmas time
makes me think of at least one rhyme:
coming home from New York City
to you. Well, you ARE quite witty!
Of course, you’re more than that fun trait!
So seeing you I could not wait.
That Christmas remains gold to me.
I’ll treasure it eternally.
Merry Christmas, my Harry dear.
I hope this poem makes you cheer.
With All My Love,
Elizabeth
Merry Christmas Elizabeth and Harry, and thank you.
Ron