Merry Christmas, # 16

Merry Christmas…

Shoppers with their bags
are now filling up the stores,
and the chill upon the air
is nipping at the nose
of the old man dressed in red
who is filling up his sleigh
with presents for the world
to be opened Christmas day,
trees light up the avenue,
pretty colors, red and green
and music plays amidst the crowd
to complete the Christmas scene,
and snowmen wave from yards
with their eyes made of coal
while the children do their winter dance,
hoping for more snow,
and I sit by the fireplace
while Christmas cards I write
and remember fondly memories
of our youth, you and I,
of the Christmas times we shared,
of the crazy games we played,
as we’d guess about the packages
‘neath the tree for Christmas day,
and how we’d do the winter dance
and pray for a mighty snow,
and decorate the Christmas tree
and wrap gifts in pretty bows,
they say that life is made of memories,
and I believe it’s true,
for as I do throughout the year,
I sit and think of you.