Christmas Time
Just before the 25th
On a cold December day,
We began to celebrate our Savior's
Birth in a sacred, traditional way.
Our family dressed
In goloshes, coat and other wrap
And went into our farm fields
of which no one needed a map.
We walked fields and hills
Viewing the cedar trees
In an attempt to choose just one
That would all the family please.
Never did we select one too quick;
For the tree had to be just right
In color, form and shape
And "Just SO-SO" in height.
Once a Christmas tree
Was finally chosen,
Our fingers and toes
Would almost be frozen.
The older brothers
Chopped the tree with a chopping ax.
After the tree was felled
It was carried to the house on their backs.
Once we arrived at the house
The tree was lopped here and there.
Before being put in a stand,
It looked so bare!
We popped pop-corn
And strung it with needle and thread.
Then, we made paper chains
Of looping paper which was green and red.
The pop-corn and paper chains
Were strung on the tree.
The Christmas tree was special
As we made the decorations, you see.
To make the tree glitter,
We used paper that did shine,
And cut it into icicle
slivers of pieces very fine.
We had a few ornaments on the tree
That had been handed down for many a year.
Under the tree was a camel and manger scene.
Then, Mama read Luke's Nativity Story for all to hear.
Gifts were wrapped and tied with bows
And placed under the Christmas tree,
While the children's Christmas dreams
Were expressed with glee.
On Christmas Eve
Excitement did abound.
If there was snow cover,
We'd look for Santa's tracks on the ground.
Finally, to bed we'd go;
And awake at the break of dawn.
We'd rush down stairs
To see if Santa had come and gone.
We'd check our stockings
For candy, fruit, and such.
There would be a toy or two
With which we were thankful much.
One of my most memorable gifts
Was a doll house made by older sister, Eloise.
It was a large card board box.
Oh! How it did PLEASE.
The doll house had papered walls
With curtains tied back.
The furniture she made, and
On the wall she even had a plaque.
Christmas is a time of excitement
To express our love
And to celebrate our Savior coming
Down to earth from above.
Author Edith Bastin
© Copyright: December 02, 1998. All Rights Reserved.
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