Christmas only comes but once a year
It brings with it joys and tears.
As I go through the motions of gift buying, decorations
And planning menus
I am thinking of those who will be missing from my table
for the first time this year
They are the ghosts of Christmas past.
My father hanging Christmas lights in the pine trees
at our front gate
The carol singers under our corner street light.
I lay in bed wondering how Father Christmas could possibly
come down our kitchen chimney and through the little doors
at the front of our Metters Stove.
But he did – because the carrots and cake were gone
in the morning.
The excitement of seeing my new big doll Lucy
under the Christmas tree.
My mother dishing up the Christmas pudding with the
threepences hidden inside
Her Christmas carols that filled the house.
The long Christmas table at my Aunts
With aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents
And silly hats.
Summer heat and laughter,
Playing under the sprinkler on the back lawn,
And laying on the cool lino of the passage way with a new book.
The simple pleasure of humid summer evenings on the
back lawn looking up at the stars.
As I hang the special Christmas baubles on my tree
And light the candle of remembrance
I look into the eyes of my grandchildren
And I see the ghosts of Christmas past.
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day, tomorrow will be Christmas Day
A very subdued Christmas message this year. If you are looking for something more upbeat I recommend you go to some of my past Christmas posts -
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