Merry Christmas
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Easy to forget and hard to keep
that innocence of yesterday.
The winds of change flutter
the memories and assail the years
in gales of love and loss.

As a snowflake melts warmly
a child’s smile fades into adulthood.
Mothers cookies transform
into Grandma’s treats
and Pa…pa wants to play.

Christmas trees and birthday balloons
sweet sixteen and acned buffoons
colleges and crazy saloons
working hard to favorite tunes
blazing suns and many moons.

Under the whether and over the line,
claiming innocence at the scene of the crime.
But it was lost… some time ago…
In making up what we don’t know,
but there is… Christmas.

Pine trees and red bows, angels wings and Rudolph’s nose,
the scent of Grandma’s cookies and Pa..pa’s clothes,
stories of mangers and twinkling toes,
cousins and uncles and sisters and bro’s.
It’s Christmas!

At the end of a year lost, something is found,
we wrap up our love and pass it around.
With hugs and with kisses we take time to pause,
reclaim our innocence, and believe… in Santa Claus.
It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas… Merry Christmas!