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Country Christmas
Christmas was always a special time
In the country so long ago
Firelight danced on windowpanes
As hearts began to glow.
As a child, I yet remember
Gathering around the tree
Grandpa's old time stories
Filled every face with glee.
Savory smells drifted through the air
In a heavenly atmosphere
Voices cracked with happiness
As Christmas day drew near.
Homemade pies aligned the shelves
Made by Grandma's aging hands
And something spiritual touched us all
As the Yuletide swept the land.
T'was an ole fashioned country Christmas
Blessed with lots of Christmas snow
Sleigh rides for the young at heart
And hanging mistletoe.
Now my heart fills up with gladness
As the season brings its cheer
When these thoughts of mine go back in time
To recapture yesteryear.
Copyright © Marilyn Ferguson 1987
"Christmas day is here at last, as long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas day will always be, just as long as we have we. Welcome Christmas, while we stand, heart to heart and hand in hand."
--Dr. Seuss, from How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
St. Nicholas was bishop of the Turkish town of Myra in the early fourth century. It was the Dutch who first made him into a Christmas gift-giver, and Dutch settlers brought him to America where his name eventually became the familiar Santa Claus.
