Michael Gelb (10/8/40 / NYC-USA)
Christmas past
Christmas past
We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me
So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see
Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound
Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away
With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I
Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree
My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree
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