The Good Old Days – Christmas Vacation

I remember the falling snow

Building snowmen in the yard

Trudging up the biggest hill

Sledding down was such a thrill

Two weeks of Christmas vacation

How every day seemed endless

Everyone, lost in the spirit

The season had a reason

It gave new life to the old

And endless joy to the young

The good old days were precious days

Children laughing, making memories

Grandma’s cookies, decorated with love

Sparkling lights on every mantle

And the scent of the Christmas tree

Everyone waiting for Santa Claus

So many gifts piled underneath

Held our breath in anticipation

Clinking glasses when family came

Toasts and stories from another year

Hearts filled with cheer and memories

And then finally came the night before

Christmas Eve, the quiet night

In silence we offered our prayers

Tightly held hands, thankful for one other

Finally, the reading of the Christmas tale

Then off to bed in anticipation

Dreams of so much and everything

And when morning finally came

Contagious laughter and smiles for all

Crumpled paper trampled underfoot

Boxes opened; ribbons undone

And it was peace on earth

If only for a few fleeting hours

Not a thought of anything but kindness

My memory is fading, but some remain

Permanent pictures of the good old days

They happened so fast, it seems so long ago

And then we grew, some of us went away

Christmas cards keep the bonds alive

But they can’t replace the good old days

When everyone gathered on Christmas day

Exchanged our gifts, wishes of well

Hugs and kisses, and the family dinner

Oh, how it seems so long ago

How I miss the good old days…

Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is published poet and website owner, his catalogue of works on The Creative Exiles Website and on HubPages

Ralph also manages and owns, The Gypsy Thread , a website focused on pagan history, the unexplained, magic, witchcraft, pagan rituals, full moon healing ceremonies, and the haunted.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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