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  • #8364
    Clarity
    Keymaster

    Christmas Eve.. A strange time..
    Travelling back to childhood
    When turkey meant a trip to the Mart
    And a delivery to the big city
    To relatives who had left half a century before
    When Christmas cake was homemade
    And neighbours admired each others work
    And Santa easily got down the chimney
    his sack had less to hold
    And decorations meant scissor s and tape
    Heat meant chopping wood
    And lemonade made the spuds taste great
    And they were freshly dug
    And granny was really old,
    Like something from a book
    And gentle and wise but mostly kind
    Who loved this little child
    Now back to the present
    So much to achieve
    Before tomorrow when i will make memories
    For fifty years hence.

    #8365
    vera
    Participant

    History repeats itself in “new” ways , Sad!
    Memories abound, some good some bad!!

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