Written by: Sharon Bryant In Memory of her son: Andrew Frank Dunbar 1/22/72-10/24/77 A Christmas Story When I was just a little girl Around the age of three I remember a Christmas When Santa came to see me A doll wrapped up In a pretty bright red bow Long golden hair to stroke Oh my, how my heart glowed And then came a Christmas Later on in time When I shared my first Christmas With a son that was all mine A few years later down the road When he was only five I didn't know it would be The last Christmas in my life Now on Christmas As many in all these years I spend my days at a grave Shedding many tears The Holidays come every year That, I cannot change But through all my memories My memories I can rearrange I can remember all the good years That he and I had shared I can still hear the giggles When he got that talking teddy bear I can remember the hugs and squeals of "OH MOM" As each gift he opened on that day I can sit back and smile remembering Before the angels took him away Now I am older than I once used to be But my mind drifts back To what once was on Christmas When my son was on earth with me I tuck my head to fight the snow As I wade through the fenced in graves I've got my gift to give to him On this year's Christmas Day "MADE WITH LOVE by MINDY" Page created Dec. 2000 View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook Homepage Childhood Memories First Christmas In Heaven Heaven's Children Index -- 2 Marsha's Graphics
A Christmas Story When I was just a little girl Around the age of three I remember a Christmas When Santa came to see me A doll wrapped up In a pretty bright red bow Long golden hair to stroke Oh my, how my heart glowed And then came a Christmas Later on in time When I shared my first Christmas With a son that was all mine A few years later down the road When he was only five I didn't know it would be The last Christmas in my life Now on Christmas As many in all these years I spend my days at a grave Shedding many tears The Holidays come every year That, I cannot change But through all my memories My memories I can rearrange I can remember all the good years That he and I had shared I can still hear the giggles When he got that talking teddy bear I can remember the hugs and squeals of "OH MOM" As each gift he opened on that day I can sit back and smile remembering Before the angels took him away Now I am older than I once used to be But my mind drifts back To what once was on Christmas When my son was on earth with me I tuck my head to fight the snow As I wade through the fenced in graves I've got my gift to give to him On this year's Christmas Day "MADE WITH LOVE by MINDY" Page created Dec. 2000 View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook Homepage Childhood Memories First Christmas In Heaven Heaven's Children Index -- 2 Marsha's Graphics
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