It's hard to be enthusiastic when the store displays begin in October and last till February. That's a pretty long season. Oh, cynical me. Patrick

Your memories are truly precious! About today's holidays: I feel we have to dig deep to try to preserve what we can of those good ole' days; remembering that it is up to each one of us to protect, cherish and to duplicate the memories in our hearts, passing them on lovingly to another generation. The most important part of any holiday is to be with those you love, savoring every moment. A lovely poem, Anna

Joy L. Hale

Christmas sure isn't what it used to be...

I couldn't agree more, but very sadly to me, hardly anything today is what it used to be.

I hear you, Annabel! It sure makes you dream of the old days!

Connie

I STILL wish every one I meet a Merry Christmas and if it in some way insults them or whatever then screw them...maybe you could repost this around a month from now...;-)e

Wow! You're way ahead of the curve on this one, aren't you Anna? I pretty much agree with everything you said in it,,,,, still thinking about Thanksgiving though. Dick

Christmas is such a beautiful time as you describe those memories of Christmas past perfectly and so wonderfully as I love the photo well done poetry Laura

Thank you for sharing this well written piece, Annabel.
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony

Those were the days, Annabell! The memories of when there weren't any fears will live forever.

Great words here, my friend. I'm Jewish and though there was and is no religious aspect to Christmas, Christmas has always been the best time of the year for me because, for me and my family, that's what it was: a happy time for family and yes, there were gifts, lots of gifts, but it was the anticipation and enjoyment of the season that we most enjoyed... But when Halloween and Christmas roll into one commercial enterprise, the enjoyment is gone and this time, to me, seems like any time and I do so miss the anticipation and enjoyment of the season.
Your friend; Mark

It doesn't feel like Christmas to me either, it isn't even Thanksgiving, Anna. Nice poem, but it isn't even Thanksgiving.