One Christmas in our family history
My parents were finding it hard in their story
And building the family house was a cost
That meant Christmas toys would be lost
So my father gathered together pieces of wood
And made toys for us because as a carpenter he could
There were wood race cars and yachts made with care
From nothing he crafted a Christmas for us in our fare.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good memory to have Paul