Friday, November 19, 2010


The Christmas Pageant came to town
The City was all-astir.
Bustling parents and children~
Magic in the air.

Santa himself arrived to stay,
To make this town his own.
So that little ones may visit him
And make their wishes know.

It took me back in memory
To the days when I was young.
How each day held magic
And there were songs to be sung.

Pine trees and Holly wreaths,
Tinsel, baubles and tinkling bells.
Angels and carols
And sweet cooking smells.

Christmas cards arriving in the mail,
Letters and parcels too.
Busiest time of the year
Each with so much to do.

The rustle of paper and “please do not peep”
Letters to Santa and special replies,
The singing of carols
Underneath diamond filled skies.

The Christmas tree with its star at the top
And the tangle of tree lights.
Driving around and seeing
So many other sights.

The wishes and greetings
And spending of time.
Hours on the telephone~
All these are mine.

And in memory each year
I spend time and recall
How each Christmas holds promise~
The best time of all.

I think of the changes the year has brought
And the joy of the year now past
And hold fast to the magic of Christmas
I know that these memories will last. 

©   Linda J. Vaughan
November 10 2001

Love and hugs,


Aletha November 19, 2010 at 10:41 PM  

Oh Linda what a lovely Poem you wrote.

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