Monday, January 7, 2013
CHRISTMAS PAST AND PRESENT
by Jack Reeves (Dec. 1964)
I remember how Christmas used to be
Full of mystery and wonder
And the lighted tree.
With icicles, the star, angel hair and the fire
I was enraptured in a world transcending desire.
I'd sit all alone---
Just look and feel,
Never questioning the delight which no longer is real.
Now, if only I could go back again
And become the person I might have been.
To again be embraced by hope and joy,
To escape the imprisoned man
And be the little boy.
But I look at my life as I watch the fire burn
Knowing childhood days can never return.
Longingly I recall Christmas and the tree
And long for the person I'd hope to be.