Around the well lit Christmas tree,
Fond memories were made,
Those happy days of laughter,
Such memories never fade,
A fairy looked upon this day,
Perched high up on the tree,
Her tattered dress on show to all,
A sorry sight to see,
But she had shared each special year,
Each Christmas of the past,
There above the tree so green,
The years went by so fast.
The paper chains hung gaily, with lanterns on the end,
Strings of cards with colourful scenes,
From family and friends.
Then out into the kitchen,
Mum's filling up the plates,
A Mothers work is never done,
Now time to celebrate.
A lovely Christmas pudding,
With sixpences inside,
Searching for a shiny coin,
With bright and eager eyes.
Memories of Christmas,
A home that was so fine,
Memories of loved ones, in that lovely home of mine.
Jayne Louise Davies
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