Treasure Island

Bob Fletcher

(December 25th 1954 / London)

Christmas Memories


Snowflake floating silently
The smell of Christmas pine
Chestnuts roasting in the embers
These memories are mine

Stirring the uncooked pudding
Gifts beneath the Tree
The smell of Turkey and mince pies
These memories belong to me

Staying awake for Santa
Hearts swelling with Christmas song
Glass baubles and Paper lanterns
Memories so strong

Fresh Turkeys in the window
Street vendors ply their trade
Close of business on the 24th
All purchases had been made

Looking back on how Christmas was
And what it is right now
I stopped at the realisation
And made a silent vow

No matter what my memories
Call back into my mind
The reason why we celebrate
Must not be left behind

Trees and gifts and turkey
In Snowy British towns
It is the birth of Jesus
On the day that he was Crowned

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013

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again looking for a poem for 2013 christmas cards and ended up writing this poem.

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