As a child, I yet remember
Gathering around the tree
Grandpa's old time stories
Filled every face with glee.

Savoury smells drifted through the air
In a heavenly atmosphere
Voices cracked with happiness
As Christmas day drew near.

Homemade pies aligned the shelves
Made by Grandma's aging hands
And something spiritual touched us all
As the Yuletide swept the land.

'Twas an old fashioned country Christmas
Blessed with lots of Christmas snow
Sleigh rides for the young at heart
And hanging mistletoe.

Now my heart fills up with gladness
As the season brings its cheer
When these thoughts of mine go back in time
To recapture yesteryear.