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A real old-fashioned Christmas Is something to remember, When the snow comes falling softly, Filling branches of the spruce, And the sky is dark and cloudy In the last part of December, 'Til the flakes again drift earthward, Soft as down from Mother Goose. In the early morning stillness, Christmas Day comes creeping in, And the children start their Stirring from their beds. And they rush with great excitement, Voices raising quite a din, For on this day for certain, You will find no "Sleepy Heads!" The Christmas tree stands waiting With the packages piled up. There are surprises lurking In each box. There are cookies for the taking, And hot tea in every cup, And new everything From drummer boys to sox. Sweet aromas from the kitchen Drift into the dining room As a turkey fills the oven's Inner space. And the volume of the merriment Crescendos to a boom, As contentment and pure pleasure Shows on each and every face. It's the day when families gather From the corners of the earth. It's the day that means The most to every heart. The day we take to celebrate The Savior's lowly birth, And draw strength from one another 'Til again it's time to part. copyright Nona Kelley Carver |