The taste of hot apple cider tingling
With cinnamon; the long forgotten
Feel of real tinsel tangled in a tree,
But glistening brightly among the lights;
The shared joy of siblings awaking
Before dawn to see what Santa brought;
The sound of Bing Crosby pouring
“White Christmas” through a radio
So old you can barely hear him;
The feel of stockings as you hung
Them on a real mantle; and smells
Of fir, spice cookies and canes of candy.
These memories endure and return
Each Christmas. They remind us that
The best gifts of Christmas are the ones
Given to us as children. They come back
Each December to remind us of something
Eternal in us, childhood’s great blessing.
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