I remember when I was small
And Christmas was simply a joy for all.
Bright lights were everywhere,
Snow was filling up the air
With tiny, sparkling water drops
That I'd catch on my tongue.
A great many gifts
Of every shape and size.
I see wonder and bliss
In the younger kids' eyes
As they empty the stockings
That I had just hung.
The bills pile up as high as a mile
And I'm not sure my paycheck can take it.
But when I see my children's joy shine though their smiles
I know it was worth it, we'll make it.
I cannot forget all that
Christmas has brung.
I'd like to wish elise_collins and everyone else who sees this a very, very, very merry Christmas. I hope you've enjoyed my - extremely short - poem that I took far too much poetic licence for than is fair. Have a wonderful week.