We celebrated Christmas
in a totally different style.
With ax in hand,
our Dad would take us to the woods
to cut our own tree.
Well, that was almost too much
for a young lad like me.
place it in a homemade stand,
put popcorn rope on it;
that the night before we'd strung by hand.
and gingerbread men.
baking up something that smelled so nice.
and apple with spice.
Oh yeah, I remember when...
Christmas was different.
Way back then carrolers from the church
would come by and sing carols for us.
where with cookies,
cake and eggnog
Mom would always make a fuss.
would usally drop in,
you know,
in our Christmas back then.
Going to Grandma and Grandpa's
was always neat.
He'd take us on a ride
in a horse drawn sled,
and she'd always fix us a treat.
was in our Christmas,
and "Silent Night"
was the song we'd sing.
We didn't hear much about
an old gent with a beard and a red suit
and what he'd bring.
I remember when...
Christmas was different
way back then.
by today's standards,
wouldn't be considered too grand,
that was carved with love
by Daddy's own hands.
over the fireplace
like they do today.
and oranges,
and put in a few marbles so we could play.
and family and friends were invited.
sure kept this young boy excited!
Oh yeah,
I remember when...
Christmas was sharing love
more than presents and gifts,
way back then.
by today's standards,
are all gone away,
but the memory of them in my heart
will always have a place to stay.
Oh yeah,
I remember when...
Christmas was different way back
then.
|
Read my Dreambook! Sign my Dreambook! |
 |
