Of all the Christmas’s I can remember
My best
Christmas’s were the ones
Where I
would decorate the tree with dad
And make
Christmas cookies with mum
Thread
popcorn and make paper chains
Each day
opening the advent calendar
Wrapping
the gifts in excited secrecy
Writing
cards and sending them near and far
They are
just distant memories now
But they
were still the very best ones
And we must
make Christmas memories
Now we have
our daughters and our sons
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