Christmas of yesterday
Where my memories like to play
Days of old with hats that were tipped
Strong family values and stiff upper lips
Moms were home; fathers at work
Aunts, cousins and sisters were always alert
Achievements were measured by family
Discussed during dinner at home together
Love was always given freely; no strings whatsoever
When responsibility, respect and religion
were a way of life; God's true vision
And pride in our nation was expected and easily given
It is He who takes away our worry and forgives every crime
Grants many long years which melt into a lifetime
His love was taught in the home and instilled in the heart
To be proud, to stand strong and to make your mark
Intertwined like a fabric woven from the past
Much of which warms my heart and is meant to last
Memories of days gone by; days gone too fast
I revisit once again Christmas of yesterday
Where my memories like to play
seeking the past
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