Christmas has changed in my house you see
Christmas has changed in my house you see.
It used to be that Christmas was so exciting to me.
As a little girl I couldn’t wait to see,
The beautiful presents piled beneath the tree.
Then I grew and understood that that was not what Christmas was about.
It is learning to show your love and give from the heart.
The size or amount of presents don’t pertain
To the joy on each face that that I hope will remain.
Then came the kids one and then another.
Christmas returned to my thoughts of a girl.
How many gifts my children would see,
Piled high beneath our own Christmas tree.
To see them with their eyes full of delight,
In the morning with Christmas’s first morning light!
People coming in the house from all directions,
Grandma’s and Grandpa came in from every door.
There was almost nowhere where you could see the floor!
What we had given was pushed aside for later.
They always started with hugs and kisses,
Then in came the bags of all my children’s wishes.
This went on from morning to night,
As I worked in the kitchen with barely a sight,
Of who gave what to who, and if they remembered
To say a loving “THANK YOU”.
Now Christmas has changed for us once again.
The boys have grown now, into fine young men.
The door hardly opens anymore.
These days you can see plenty of the floors.
For most of the grandparents have passed over you see.
Each year I would see more of the gifts they were given.
Within my heart I would sense someone missing.
Another loved one gone from my rapidly shrinking family.
I know that one day this to will change.
My sons will marry and have kids of their own.
Then I will see that my family has grown.
The cycle will start over again.
I will never forget the people from Christmas’ past
For I know they watch from above through that huge hourglass.
As each sand passes through that measure of time,
They know I will be called home to stand by their sides.
I will be one of the loved ones now gone.
My face will be added to the up there,
Peeking through that never ending hourglass of time.
So you see Christmas has changed for my family you see.
All but that one most remarkable thing,
The love and peace we share in our hearts,
That only Christmas love can bring.
Knowing our relatives all await us up there.
We hold that in our hearts and it lessens our worries.
Right now I am certainly in no big hurry.
I hope that here I can stay awhile,
So I can enjoy my grand children’s’ smiles.
Especially on the morning of Christ’s birthday!
A day filled with love in so many different ways.
Written in memory of my loved ones crossed over.
Beth November 2009
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