its christmas time again and it seems not long ago
that i was just a kid myself learning how to grow
the presents wrapped up tight underneath the tree
id go searchin in the night for the ones marked just for me
with the stalkings hung with care and the fire burning bright
your family near and dear makes every thing alright
cards and presents are passed along the line
every one asking 'which ones are mine'
its not the size of the box or the price of the tag that counts
its the memory put behind it and engagements that are announced
its christmas time again and more to come your way
enjoy it while you can go out side to play!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful piece of work you have written. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us….Merry Christmas Young Lady. Scott