Beneath the smoke filled chimney pot,
The coal fire, burned so bright,
Outside the snow was falling,
To the sound of Silent Night.
The grand Salvation Army Band,
A sight I loved to see,
Oh, how I loved that Christmas Eve,
A special time for me.
No fancy decorations,
Just coloured paper chains,
The luscious smell of Turkey,
And magic in my veins.
With face pressed to the window pane,
The snow kept falling down,
And everything was quiet,
In our sleepy valley town.
Oh, how I loved that Christmas Eve,
When everything felt swell,
And as the midnight hour arrived,
I heard the old church bell.
With Christmas Day now calling,
I settled down to sleep,
Warm beneath the blankets,
Stocking at my feet.
Memories of that Christmas Eve,
I'll treasure like a Pearl,
Memories of Christmas Eve,
When I was just a girl.
Jayne Davies
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