Christmas Past
by C. David Hay
The memories most endearing,
No matter where we roam
Are those of Christmas Past
In a place we knew as home.
The magic of the season
With scent of wax and pine,
The aroma from the kitchen
That beckoned us to dine.
The dancing lights upon the tree
That cast their Yuletide spell,
The joyous song of carolers—
Peace on Earth—Noel!
The ghosts of cherished loved ones:
They live and always will,
For no one ever dies in
The place where time stands still.
The treasured scenes of yesteryear—
Could prayers but make them last;
Traditions of the heart live on
In dreams of Christmas Past.
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007,
C. David Hay, all rights reserved.
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