A Christmas song ...
"Photographs
in picture frames
Around
memories of yesterdays.
Raise
a glass to everyone
Whose
footsteps are still on my heart,
Whose
loved has kissed my soul,
Whose
heart has held my own,
And
though they’re gone,
I
feel they are still here on Christmas Day.
Come
with me and let me show you
This
wonderful, magical Christmas Tree.
Each
toy is a memory; past, present and future,
Each
light is a kiss; there’s even a spare!
Raise
your glass high; both behind and forward
As
we toast the past, and what’s yet to be.
Santa
Claus holds us all safe in his arms,
As
we over-indulge in this love that we share.
Stories
that are yet to be
Written
down in memories.
Let’s
spare a thought for those yet to come;
Souls
that my heart has yet to meet.
Gifts
that will be share,
Food
to be prepared,
And
though they’re not yet here,
I
feel their love here on Christmas Day.
Come
with me and let me show you
This
wonderful, magical Christmas Tree.
Each
toy is a memory; past, present and future,
Each
light is a kiss; there’s even a spare!
Raise
your glass high; both behind and forward
As
we toast the past, and what’s yet to be.
Santa
Claus holds us all safe in his arms,
As
we over-indulge in this love that we share ..."
(c) Sharon Cox 25.12.12
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